one day when we are all so great.
one day when the king takes your hand...
and gives you his crown.
and somehow we all have fallen in love with the sea
and a lighthouse with an agenda
and old men who show their pain
within' the wrinkles around their eyes
the deaf the blind the mute
the proud the smart the minute
we all are in need of the same thing
lighthouse or not its there.
and i move on
and i paint what i feel
instead of speaking it
because my first love lost his ears.
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