I don't know if it makes sense,
but I'll feel it anyway.
Find trust inside myself,
hear what I've had to say.
Something inside me has always known,
when the grounds are due to shake, when the tide begins to grow.
I beg myself at my own feet,
Forgive Me! now knowing why she pushed retreat.
After all this time I can start to see,
I was always looking out for me.
And my hands, shaking but sure
look squeaky clean.
And I'm willing to bet,
that they always were.
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 3:46 PM UTC
I don't know if it makes sense,
but I'll feel it anyway.
Find trust inside myself,
hear what I've had to say.
Something inside me has always known,
when the grounds are due to shake, when the tide begins to grow.
I beg myself at my own feet,
Forgive Me! now knowing why she pushed retreat.
After all this time I can start to see,
I was always looking out for me.
And my hands, shaking but sure
look squeaky clean.
And I'm willing to bet,
that they always were.
I did everything I could.
I'll do everything I can.
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