leadheart


I woke up feeling dirty, gritty

And the world was not pretty

And the world was not pretty

There was sadness in the news

There was remorse in the air

And all the saviors

Weren’t there

Weren’t there

Slowly a light from the edge of the stage

Slowly a light

And the curtain was raised

Solely was I with command of the stage

Solely was I to combat this rage

I gave in to the heartache

I gave in to the sorrow

And what I found was a better tomorrow

For we are not meant to sit and divine

What we ourselves did not design.

We are meant to weave and grow

Turn our pattern into one human flow

We are meant to live of this earth

And give to each other the gift of rebirth

Only we waking and given demands

Are we meant to take another’s hand

And stray into the mighty fold

Swords unsheathed

Legends to be told

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