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today, the first day
03:40
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in the wee hours of the morning
I wait and ache for a change
till even the last birds cry
and the buds on the trees wilt and die
finding only cracks hiding great chasms
too big for repair
look inside
look inside
nomadic white beasts lay overhead
slaves to the shepherd of the winds
am I a slave to them too?
or can I break the chains that bind
till all around me falls gold
precious jewels, a gift from above
a single sunbeam shattered by rain
look inside
look inside
in the depths of the canyon grows a sapling
humble and honest
with promises of sweet fruit to fill great voids
close your eyes
close your eyes
look for change
let it pass
close your eyes
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2. |
guarded
02:33
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warming hands in the fire
heat moves in great waves
bending light like a prism
distorting faces in the orange and black
who are these people to me now?
why do they keep whispering?
did I just hear my name?
did he just glance this way
while talking to her?
and when I looked they both turn away
I might as well go home, home
I might as well go home
an ash sullen and haunting
touches its grey tongue against the hair on my arm
I try to hold it softly
but she dissolves into the sweat on my palm
the eyes on the wings of a night moth
fluttering by
stare into the soul
what do you see?
what do you see
as you pass me by
do you see through?
can you tell I’m alone?
do you see me?
do you see me?
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3. |
infinite swell
04:58
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when another swelling wave
capsizes my little boat,
will you reach out your hand in kindness
and teach me how to cope?
will you be there to say
everyone takes a little times some days
to scream into their pillow
and everyone pours their heart out
when they think they're alone
it takes a true man to say;
i’m not strong enough to keep on
all on my own
i might need a crutch
anything to stay a float
self learning in-between self loathing
I need a friend to light my way
the weight of it all only grows stronger
won’t someone help me bare the load
the knots in my brain untangle
through the fingers and out the quill
and right now but not always,
it's easier to talk out.
because of that I'm hopeful now
that when things soon come to change
you'll be there waiting for me open arms
open arms
open arms
i’m so sick of treading waters
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4. |
torrent of doubt
04:26
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how long has it been
since I turned away
the distance between
one measured in time
vast oceans beckon crossing
but the tide - my pride too strong
building a bridge of words
to withstand the torrents of doubt
and I’m still not even halfway home
still not even halfway home
I’ll write you a song
so tender and fragile
it just might blow away
a poem,
no
more a hymn
so beautiful and sweet
it melts on the tongue
a love letter
one so pure and true
it warms even the coolest of heart
but again I turn
to selfishness and anger
and damn it all to hell
what good are tear soaked pages
if I can never let them fly
and again down the hole I descend
only getting further from home
meet me at the back of the bar
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