My distraction grows in leaps and bounds
In every year gone by
My addresses now so lovely penned
The blind would shed a tear
Maybe I don't need the things that you and you need
And maybe I'm the shadow cast
On drying grass by dying trees
A scar is only so when cuts run too deep
Forgiveness rests upon the weight of what we give
And what we keep
Maybe there's a footprint I left a life ago
If so, there must be something beautiful
Out there, somewhere, I know
'Cause words can only reach the ears of whom you aim to speak
A stone can only roll so far as ground is not too steep
And I aim to speak to generations
All I wish to touch but one
Drive to tears that something beautiful
May never come undone
