The day of my sight
Golden sky cried
Blessing to those await
Death for those cursed
The day of my breath
Life from dust can’t see
Air whispered to earth
Troubled seeking for peace
The day of my voice
Deep with in unheard
New yet chained flesh
Corners of me reached
The day of my sound
Unbound harmony too shy
Silent music in mind
Unseen memories in the sky
The day of my touch
Gentleness nay I felt
Shadow- all I watched
Sensation- the pain be dealt
The day of my flesh
Unseen grayness was
Say I can’t- all was trash
Felt no pain and sorrow ‘twas
The day of my bones
Grasped- I bare and bold
Worried still is and was
Unfaithful hands I hold
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