with bad eyes, there is a lot that i miss but don’t worry i am still young i will find what broke me soon enough.
Now look back see how far you’ve come
Will you unravel in the sun
Come undone find your place
Held up high said from string as well
No return to that restless place
You’ve reached it you’ve found your grace
If this predicament seems particularly cruel, consider whos fault it could be. Not a torch or a match in your inventory.