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To get from the streets to a new life jungle high Keeping alive The will to survive Months keep seeping through grates of sub-grieving no one said life would be easy Moths, spiders - the size of hands Creeping through the sands Aching because they can And so do I And so do we Together, through the darkest night of rain Coming to the dawn of healing pain. Come on knees crawling slow Heaving forth the throne of gold - Don’t need nothin’ ‘cept Love in Heaven Thus we cross the lonely river bed Lying side by side, head to head - Say was that a bear growling? Or was it just coyotes howling? Lonely nights pretending to smile Medicine only helps a little while I’m sorry I fall into black holes often It’s just hard to stand long, once you’ve fallen I envy your stance, though I can’t tell if you’re real Maybe you’re an image of my mind Created to keep me in line Either case, you failed me It’s alright Life goes on
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Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 10:05 AM UTC
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To get from the streets to a new life jungle high Keeping alive The will to survive Months keep seeping through grates of sub-grieving no one said life would be easy Moths, spiders - the size of hands Creeping through the sands Aching because they can And so do I And so do we Together, through the darkest night of rain Coming to the dawn of healing pain. Come on knees crawling slow Heaving forth the throne of gold - Don’t need nothin’ ‘cept Love in Heaven Thus we cross the lonely river bed Lying side by side, head to head - Say was that a bear growling? Or was it just coyotes howling? Lonely nights pretending to smile Medicine only helps a little while I’m sorry I fall into black holes often It’s just hard to stand long, once you’ve fallen I envy your stance, though I can’t tell if you’re real Maybe you’re an image of my mind Created to keep me in line Either case, you failed me It’s alright Life goes on
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Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 10:05 AM UTC
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