They told me to wear them, so I could see
To teach me to appreciate each line
With no regard for who I was to be
Reanimating machine as divine
To teach me to appreciate each line
A clearer world to see, not hear, the lark
Reanimating machine as divine
Yet when the time came, I was left in dark
A clearer world to see, not hear, the lark
To draw a line between the earth and sky
Yet when the time came, I was left in dark
As howling winds smudged lines, a whiteout nigh
To draw a line between the earth and sky
They told me to wear them, so I could see
As howling winds smudged lines, a whiteout nigh
With no regard for who I was to be.
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