From Paris to New York
And smiles that never fail to lift our spirits
We do not falter
We live in the era of high-tech boxes and broken teens
And maybe if I just close my eyes and breathe slowly
The memories will make their way into my mind
Without jabbing every corner
With their sharp edges
Gushing blood and broken trust
Every which way about
We stare at the same moon every night
And rise to the same sun
And just knowing that
Knowing you're sharing this air and walking this earth
That is sufficient
And I pray to God you're doing well
Wherever you are...
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