Lyrics:
Aching door frames
Shrink, fit his shame
He looks the way
Same as his stay
Short, fade,degrade
His ways
Cope, cab bus plain
Not the same
Blind runways
Lighted clouds seap
Through his veins
Lift him
Up to land
Hard to stand
Pierce the crowd
Face to faceless
Walk braver now
Stalk earth now
Pieces smother now
He turns back, how
Salt grains fade
Ride, ride, ride
Rise, rise, rise
Smoke signals rain
From clouds of shame
Shame shame shame
No peers around
His fears surround
Shot from the plane
Cannons wail
From the sane
He slips on nails
Cracks the mold
Unsold
Amidst the fold
Joy finds hands
Busy holding
Sand falls slow
Hours crack
Salt waters splash
His vessel
Arms wrestle
His cup
Holds
Water pure
He swallows
Sea bellows
She follows
His journey solo
Doubles over
(c) The Yay Lions
2009
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