Come walk around the earth
with me to justify its truth
to hold it in the way you walk, in everything you do
...
..
.
And as your feet begin to bleed from wandering about
you'll feel the weight of everything you carry coming down
It's in the fall, the season too, the ground is turned to clay
we tread this time more heavily, the months pass like a day
And when the mud is thick enough we'll put away our will
beneath the dirt of what we know's impossible to till
.
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...
For you and I this doesn't mean that we were never here
but rather we had chased the
wind in which we would appear