At Restoration Point

by Drew Pieper   Nov 15, 2005


My eyes open,fingers sprawled
From my years, when i once crawled
I feel this way again i feel the same way
And i know it won't stay
A tingly sensation of life
Breathing in me at strife
The New bitter cold longs to tease
Though I'm at ease
As though i was once dead
I'm alive again instead
A new thought
That i once was taught
My destany, my dream
Is one that requires a team
This new inspiration,though faint
I learned it at Restoration Point

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