In my eyes, I have seen
shapes, colors, hues
shine
It’s up the stairs and to the right.
I keep seeing the same
shadow. It follows me
It can be a cold world.
I am blessed to have felt
your light. It burns bright.
In my eyes, I have seen
shapes, colors, hues
It’s up the stairs and to the right.
I keep seeing the same
shadow. It follows me
It can be a cold world.
I am blessed to have felt
your light. It burns bright.
