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If Only
Oh! Angel that brought my sight to the light of this world
How can I express my sorrow seeing you torn to pieces?
How can I catch the bullets that hit every strand of your vein
I haven't expressed much my love for you except in silence
If only I could break free from the grip of my shackles
Then every tick of my clock is a moment spent with you
But I'm just a poor soul with a weight to carry
Like mountains upon my callused shoulders
I could not even lift the weight of my own feet
And against the gust of storm I almost fall everytime
Afraid to make a promise of sunrise
For today could be my last sunset
February 24, 2024, PST, BC
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R. B. Cawis
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