Miles
Blizzard coming down
It's filling up my ears
I am nearly
quiet almost
miles and miles away
from your ghost
Sometimes I will sing
Nothing really ends
Like a beggar blind I stole
Miles and miles away
from your goal
Be an eagle for me
and my far and utter eye
that tracks and maps infinite
past the border sky
Sometimes I will sing
that what a fool begins
implodes upon himself
and all his dreams
are shadows
grief is his
And everybody here
is kind as they can be
I am nearly quiet almost
miles and miles away
from your ghost
Be an eagle for me
and my far and utter eye
that tracks and maps infinite
past the border sky
All I ever wanted
be my far and utter eye
that tracks and maps infinite
across the border sky
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