Why can’t we see
All the little things
Chances gathering
Unclaimed, wandering

Always grey skies through these grey eyes
Ever sunsets in her dreams
All this light shines from the sun’s rise
But we are clouded, so it seems

Why can’t we feel
Hope inside these dreams
Here, developing
Now discovering

Always blue skies through your blue eyes
Never raining; always peace
Cast aside cries, forgiven lies
Familiar once, the strangest thing

Why can’t we hear
Voices whispering
Always echoing
Paths to true healing
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