For if I could tame
The wild flowers
And the numbing hurt
Which this bleak world
Cannot endure
Then I swear to you
That if I could I
Would be sure
But inside a rivers flow
I know not where to go
For I have no meaning
Nor direction
I can only hope
That I will reach
The open spaces
Which I can only dream of
This deadened air
Is taking its time.
I can breathe in
The ash of sorrow
And yet exhale yet only more
For if I could stop loving you
I would. I am sure.
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