Some feelings seem to never change,
They live on when even faces fade.
Some memories will never die,
Though dreams are rarely kept alive.
Some wounds appear to never heal,
This pain I will forever feel.
Why are visions overwhelming me
While some eyes will never get to see?
Who bares the burden of the blind?
Why do some seek and others find?
How many swallows does it take
If one does not a summer make?
Some problems will resolve themselves,
But most require a little help.
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