The isolated nudity of courage, is the trophy of a martyr.

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blinding sight

the scabs of the eye have lifted,
no more of that stye ,vision restored
never again to be encrusted
perception of the sunset of your soul
is what i now behold
folding away are the ribbons of hate
and all at an exponential rate
this unveiling was the sweet gift
of the exchange of worldly sight
to regain that inner eye,always ready to sift

the chord that struck

come hell come high water,
you push on me i’m gonna push back harder,
don’t put dirt on my grave just yet,
i’ll be the light at the end of this tunnel,
its gonna take more to put me under,

Hayden Pannetierre(and the nashville cast)
don’t put dirt on my grave just yet