When I come to think
Yet they’re gone
Pay attention
If I don’t
I can see them
Flow through me
The streams of life
With tattered seams
Shattered dreams
With tattered seams
The streams of life
Flow through me
I can see them
If I don’t
Pay attention
Yet they’re gone
When I come to think

Love, the moon has scars and we see it as beautiful.

So yours are gorgeous.