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Guidance
Close your eyes
Forget the smoke
Breathe in fresh air
Girl tell me
How did we get there?
Rain dancing over your hood
Bricks scrape your back
Got your music on blast
They forgot your name
But your words are not mud
Your strength is gilded by blood
You’re seeking guidance in stars
But those stars explode
Believe me when I speak
It’s the beauty in the aftermath
That shapes your bones
Those stars are just one in a million
Destined to end
When there’s nothing left to grasp
When the day is frigid and opaque
Lean back and think
Cunning never got you so far
And empathy burned your gold to dust
You’ll know then that it is time
To pull that dagger out your back
Let intuition guide every blow
The bridges falling
Place pieces to the puzzle
And remember even silent dogs
Bite
The wind guides you softly for now
Slash your way through
But do not to stain the dust
Least the stones are jagged against your soul
When you reach the fountain
Bow before you dip your bowl
Heed your warning
Find God along your journey
And respect them
Thank the spirits that light your torch
And when you’re an old lady rocking on our porch
We will reunite
Gray hair but the same colour eyes
Together under the same moon at last
I’ll lean against the rail
And as we discuss youth
Our heart will swell
The phone finally rings
The sound a kind reminder
Our heart awaits the final journey
And as we set out
Crows call softly now
The horizon echoes with laughter
One last match is struck
However, no blade is drawn
Guided by the galaxy we find peace
And among love we rest
Forget the smoke
Breathe in fresh air
Girl tell me
How did we get there?
Rain dancing over your hood
Bricks scrape your back
Got your music on blast
They forgot your name
But your words are not mud
Your strength is gilded by blood
You’re seeking guidance in stars
But those stars explode
Believe me when I speak
It’s the beauty in the aftermath
That shapes your bones
Those stars are just one in a million
Destined to end
When there’s nothing left to grasp
When the day is frigid and opaque
Lean back and think
Cunning never got you so far
And empathy burned your gold to dust
You’ll know then that it is time
To pull that dagger out your back
Let intuition guide every blow
The bridges falling
Place pieces to the puzzle
And remember even silent dogs
Bite
The wind guides you softly for now
Slash your way through
But do not to stain the dust
Least the stones are jagged against your soul
When you reach the fountain
Bow before you dip your bowl
Heed your warning
Find God along your journey
And respect them
Thank the spirits that light your torch
And when you’re an old lady rocking on our porch
We will reunite
Gray hair but the same colour eyes
Together under the same moon at last
I’ll lean against the rail
And as we discuss youth
Our heart will swell
The phone finally rings
The sound a kind reminder
Our heart awaits the final journey
And as we set out
Crows call softly now
The horizon echoes with laughter
One last match is struck
However, no blade is drawn
Guided by the galaxy we find peace
And among love we rest
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