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Mar 2013
Im tired
Of dumbing
Down

Im better
To let
It out

Let the chips fall
Where they may

Im trying
To stay
Afloat

Im trying
To find
A rope

To climb out
But its too high now

Im too high now
Waiting for the water to rise

Im trying
To speak
Clearly

Im trying
But growing
Dreary

Im tired
And getting
Weaker

Im better
Down here
In the mud

My love is a river that dried up
Just enough to reach the edge

Im better
To have
Suffered

Im better
To have
Recovered

Im tired
Of trying
For better

In the mud
Where love
Was a river
I couldn't
Live up to

Where love
Is the river
Of blood
And youth

Dried up
To the banks

Uplift me in scars
Shower me in shame

I will be the man i'm meant to be

Sinking
Floating

Defining
Denoting

My love
And my suffering
Make me

Make me
Beautiful
In the pain

Make me
***
In the river
Of my love

Dry me out
Make me drown
In the mud
Its a guitar kinda night. Excuse the similar formats this evening.
Michael W Noland
Written by
Michael W Noland  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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