Generations wait
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Like the river sways,
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For a father's blood,
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For a mother's love.
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Though not the promised land,
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Nor any perfect plan,
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Along our neutral path
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There was a single lowered branch.
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What was flawless canvas-white,
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What was kindness in our eyes
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Is now a blemished masterpiece,
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An astigmatism life.
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But let's cut right to the chase,
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To when the best of us was on display,
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Before we tipped the scale from confidence to doubt.
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I would hold you now, if only i knew how.
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Concentration breaks
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Under frivolous weight.
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If the right words exist,
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May they find our lips.
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Let's stay the course
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And let the tension make us new.
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I don't know if it's virtue,
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I don't know if it's just dumb luck.
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Would it matter if it was?
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What if we welcomed change in
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Or opened up just enough
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To let it begin?
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a€œthe doors will open wide for you.a€?
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It was said just like it was the truth,
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If we walk right through...
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Resolve
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| Sleeping At Last |
