My speck is your spark
And your log is on fire
My life is but dark
Yet you deem me as dire
How could you ever understand
As you have but one light
How could you ever take my hand
And say it'll be alright
Don't you know
You never knew me?
You see what I do
But that's all you see
What you really don't know is
All of me
YOU ARE READING
Be the Change
PoetryWhen's the last time you were free? When's the last time you've crossed your own lines?
