Tilting at Windmills

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Maybe there is a thing…something physical…or a memory.
Something you forgot, something unique.
And here it comes again, it washes over you. Over you.
Hopes and dreams get lost at sea.
My less than helping hands cannot make immaculate what once was right.
Hopes and dreams get lost at sea.

As for grief, it comes in waves…waves.
Lots of scars from loss of loves.
As for grief, it comes in waves…waves.

The waves they never stop and somehow you don’t want them too,
they’re apart of you. In between the waves is life.
My less than helping hands cannot make immaculate what once was right.

As for grief, it comes in waves…waves.
Lots of scars from lots of loves.
As for grief, it comes in waves…waves.
I feel just as useless as I am fragile.

But in between the waves, through moments of calm…the moon, the stars, the sun.
They remind me of the beauty I should never miss.

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from The Stellar Background, released August 17, 2015

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