Even with
my eyes closed
Funny how I know it’s harder, it’s harder now.
Young girl in my
young girl days, thinking I could live for always.
But like an ocean tide
I’m drawn back inside and I know.
Seasons pass like sand inside a glass
and nothing, nothing returns.
Standing with the friends I’ve made,
I’ll race them to the grave.
Well who won, won the extra days?
When you take away the years toll
on the waters wide, shallow high and low.
In the autumn sky,
happy to know I’m going home.
Even with my eyes closed,
funny how I know it s finally,
has it finally begun?
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