I'm searching for it night and day
I cannot remember the color, the texture,
all I know is it held me in rapture
It made me see joy in small things
It made me want to dance and sprout wings
a blade of grass was a joy to my heart
sunrise in the morning was always a new start
Then the cobwebs settled on me
before I knew, before I could see
I had lost the precious gift
and since then i began to drift
Now I'm fighting with all I am
to get it back, to touch it with my heart
to let me live the life I want
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