Eyes

Sometimes I look at you with and your tender eyes that only want ease for the world for your daughter for me for black boys and girls / And your soft face that would cure everything wrong in the universe if it could / Those shoulders that wonder how they can possibly hold this big planet without dropping it just for a minute / That back that should rest for a bit but is too worried it will break in the pause / Feet brick and weary and ready for a million more miles one step at a time / Then it makes sense

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