In certain ways
I hope
My hope's holding on
On certain days
Desire to
Leave the shelter of what I have known so well
And drown in you
And live to tell
That all things worthy turn like
Dirt in a shell
Pearls in oysters may take years to swell around the sand
If sometimes life's upon a shelf
On hold...
Let's keep boldly ploughing on
If sometimes truth
Is hard to see
Will you
Open my eyes
For me?
Leave the shelter of what we thought we knew so well
And explore
And live to tell
That all things worthy turn like
Dirt in a shell
Pearls in oysters may take years to swell around the sand
Will you open your eyes for me?

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