Mend
I keep them all Accounted for My feelings every one But then I go and lose a few Scrambling to mend what's done Colors fading surely Will brighten in the sun And warmth as always found me But when will it finally come I couldn't guess But here I am Climbing towered rungs Taking back the pieces Peeling back the glum Healing as I progress Healing as I love
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