Life is like that cigarette you smoke short and dangerous but one is worth taking the risk, and the other gives you cancer. The choice is certainly clear but can you see past that purple haze? The vale of wisps that can almost provide you comfort in those times that almost just doesn't cut it? Can you see me? Can you see the one who gave it all? Can you see me through your smoke? I can see you when you choke and slip in sin, I can see your evil grin when you get stoned again. I can see it all and I lend my hand,but its hard to see when I am stuck in this second hand spot in your life. Let met in, or you will never see my reach my guidance my light unless you look. Can you see me?
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