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 gra** 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's something beautiful out there, somewhere, i know 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 i wish to touch but one drive to tears that something beautiful may never come undone