Help Me See

Way down on the ground I say shit
that I dreamt not the way it went.

How am I suppose to collect dreams
and see the light beams I heal clean?

Dear simpler side of subtle ways claim
here your servile friend I hands raise.

Pull your strings tight and fight right;
tell yourself you love me for tonight.

If not for our embrace I just wish you
would see the sunny side of the moon.

I know the streets taught hard lessons
and come easily do no easy confessions.

Sweetly radiate the fate of the state
of your face to the darkness I debate.

I struggle I find conversation in holes
that I eventually grab stable in my soul.

The dream is done and may my mind
feel your warmth in this empty climb.

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