Blind Spot of Life
As the tide rises the water shall break.
The wind will blow as I fall asleep.
I feel the faint mist of rain.
Almost asleep, I feel no pain.
Elderly are fragile.
Let the rapid tide be their strength.
A cup of passion be their sake.
Tides mending the ache of mistake.
A fire was once a flame.
A thorn once a seed.
As day becomes night, a spark becomes light.
Step after step is a blind spot of life.
The wind will blow as I fall asleep.
I feel the faint mist of rain.
Almost asleep, I feel no pain.
Elderly are fragile.
Let the rapid tide be their strength.
A cup of passion be their sake.
Tides mending the ache of mistake.
A fire was once a flame.
A thorn once a seed.
As day becomes night, a spark becomes light.
Step after step is a blind spot of life.
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