Broken maybe meanings,
shattered maybe dreams,
the flowing grace of water,
split in a million streams,
and grips the vine of fear,
look-up, I'm still here.
.
Opinions have conflicted,
and people have digressed,
disillusioned quest for unknown,
has left you cold and pressed,
don't think that end is near,
look-up, I'm still here.
.
And time, the old nemesis,
has taken its toll,
when storms and gushing breezes,
won't set the life's ball roll,
worry not my dear,
look-up, I'm still here.
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