My Light began color and love.
What was torn did not define
These eyes are like my children.
Let’s take a walk down State of Mind Street
The sun sinks low, the marsh calls let’s go
I still remember small feet beside mine.
Scenes changing in the wind
He'd call from my rooftop
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