Four Word Letter

January, 1979 saw a terrible crash and it couldn�t help but laugh.
My ear pressed against the pass like a glass on a wall of a hospital photograph.
My forehead no longer sweet with holy kisses worthy of your fiery lips.
I was floating in a peaceful sea rescued by a sinking ship.

If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (I could be your servant)
If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (If I could be your servant)
If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (I could be your servant)
If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (If I could be your servant)

You watch me like a ten car highway wreck with a tact, bold or curiosity?
Us looking down on the tops of the hats of us passersby from your seventh floor balcony
And grew such a height we missed creatures too small for sight.
Carry on over conversation as the misguided insects
Crown me their grasshopper king with a dance of celebration.

After years with their crown on my head,
I�m rolling over in bed unconcerned and comfortably numb
Kept busy indulging in the pleasures of the wealthy.
Oh, someone make me afraid of what I�ve become.
At the first sign of possible sorrow I�ll turn my heel and run.
Oh, I�ll never learn.
My life is a cup of sugar I borrowed before time began and forgot to return.

It was a matter of time,
I always said I could see but now I�m going blind. (I could be your servant)
It was a matter of time,
I always said I could see but now I�m going blind. (If I could be your servant)
It was a matter of time,
I always said I could see but now I�m going blind. (I could be your servant)
It was a matter of miserable time but I heard somewhere,
There was a cure for useless eyes. (If I could be your servant)

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