walking down a gravel road i met a man who had mirrors in his eyes and words to explain just what it was i saw in there and he had gifts in his hands he offered me sight he offered me bread he offered me water he offered me water thankful i gladly indulged without a second thought as to who he rally was his rough hands and soft eyes they felt like home a home i hadn t known in years and then i saw him dead hung up with nails for things i had done petrified i stood eyes closed humbled to the point of tears it will be alright he will walk again and this time i will be there with him ever thankful
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