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** and dying trees A scar is only so wen cuts run too deep Forgiveness rests upon 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 the 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