Fairsighted
Too early to tell if it's heaven or hell
At logic's expense, seems to make sense
Too quick to assume that a fire will consume
Too slow then to see what has caused the debris
We fall 'til we break and desire 'til we take
But with nothing to lose, losing nothing won't do
Feeling alone from the core of the bone
To the life of the lips and hair roots to tips
Hand bleeding of ink as my heart starts to sink
And needing to write just to visualize fair sight
I'm as dry as the dead in a grave of regret
Rooted down like a tree that will never be free
I grow towards the sun, never able to run
Then chopped down with the rest as it sets in the west
Why did I wait to appreciate
What was there within reach, ripped away like a leech?
Feeling alone from the core of the bone
To the life of the lips and hair roots to tips
Hand bleeding of ink as my heart starts to sink
And needing to write just to visualize fair sight
I'd rather kiss your lips than hear them say goodbye
I'd rather die for truth than be made to tell a lie
Feeling alone from the core of the bone
To the life of the lips and hair roots to tips
Hand bleeding of ink as my heart starts to sink
And needing to write just to give my soul fair sight
At logic's expense, seems to make sense
Too quick to assume that a fire will consume
Too slow then to see what has caused the debris
We fall 'til we break and desire 'til we take
But with nothing to lose, losing nothing won't do
Feeling alone from the core of the bone
To the life of the lips and hair roots to tips
Hand bleeding of ink as my heart starts to sink
And needing to write just to visualize fair sight
I'm as dry as the dead in a grave of regret
Rooted down like a tree that will never be free
I grow towards the sun, never able to run
Then chopped down with the rest as it sets in the west
Why did I wait to appreciate
What was there within reach, ripped away like a leech?
Feeling alone from the core of the bone
To the life of the lips and hair roots to tips
Hand bleeding of ink as my heart starts to sink
And needing to write just to visualize fair sight
I'd rather kiss your lips than hear them say goodbye
I'd rather die for truth than be made to tell a lie
Feeling alone from the core of the bone
To the life of the lips and hair roots to tips
Hand bleeding of ink as my heart starts to sink
And needing to write just to give my soul fair sight
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Writer(s): Sharon Ashley Rogers
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