Awake
I needed to feel awake before I died,
And so I did some things that made me live...
I didn't rob a bank or kill someone
I didn't drink or pour life through a sieve...
I contemplated... and came up with your bright smile
As the gift that'll keep me breathing for a while
And -- more than that, I'll keep a constant vigil
For when Hope comes and writes its fiery sigil
I'd float away on tears, if I could cry,
But instead, I'll hold the blossom in my Eye
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