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Long before the colors start to bleed

I can see the painting come alive,

clever like an angel in disguise

moving in and out of reach.

If the candle lights this crooked path

like a lighthouse peering through the haze,

I will find the river through the rain

and I'll reach the water's edge.

Shed your light on me,

be my eyes when I can't see.

Shed your light on me,

be my guide so I can see

the bigger picture.

Prophecy's a blessing and a curse!

Like a moth burned by the

fire and driven to the flame,

I must bear this cross alone,

there's no one else to blame.

With each treasure found

another shipwreck's washed ashore,

I am carried by the current

on a slow and steady course.

Shed your light on me,

be my eyes when I can't see.

Shed your light on me,

be my guide so I can see

the bigger picture.

What if caught in a moment

I get lost and can't find my way?

What if all along I was wrong

in every turn, in every way?

Would you talk me off the

ledge or let me take the fall?

Better to try and fail than

to never try at all!

You look but cannot see,

talk but never speak.

You live but cannot breathe,

see but don't believe.

Wounds that never heal,

a heart that cannot feel.

A dream that's all too real,

a stare as cold as steel.

I've listened to the stories

of resentment and disdain.

I've looked into the empty eyes

of anger, fear, and shame.

I've taken blood from every

stone and traveled every road!

When I see the distant lights illuminate

the night then I will know I am home.