My vision
For 2020
Is blurred
And broken.
So little there
To take each thing
Flightless
These broken wings.
I’m reminded
To not follow
Even this year
And likewise.
For if I look
I can find
Still there
Father’s watchful Eye.
My vision
For 2020
Is blurred
And broken.
So little there
To take each thing
Flightless
These broken wings.
I’m reminded
To not follow
Even this year
And likewise.
For if I look
I can find
Still there
Father’s watchful Eye.
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