When I Find the Words
One day
When I find the words
I will tell you how my world collapsed
How the earth shattered and broke open beneath my feet
I will tell of sunsets dead and gone
Of butterflies lost and the ghost of a song
I will tell of knives burning in bleeding backs
Of trashcan children
And heartbroken cowards
Of grit and of grace
One day
When I find the words
I will tell you
Everything
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