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Sword from the stone
I gave my all
But I still could not pull the sword from the stone.
I know you put all your eggs on me
Made me your Moses and expected me to part the seas
Gave me the torch to carry your dream
In me you had hope
In me you gave your all
Despite all my faults.
And I tried and gave it my all.
But I still could not pull the sword from the stone.
Is it my lack of strength
Or the heaviness of my heart?
Is it my failures?
Or my lack of wisdom?
The sea stands before us,
and the wolves are at our door.
With this burden, why am I the one you choose to adorn.
for I can't carry on.
Knowing I failed to give you all.
It's that spark of hope in your eyes when you look at me
that breaks me apart
Your aspirations, your wishes, your desires and your expectation
Have me hung on a crucifix
Knowing that I'm bound to disappoint you
It's my crucible
Oh, mother don't look at me with those eyes.
see I tried and could not pull the sword from the stone
But I still could not pull the sword from the stone.
I know you put all your eggs on me
Made me your Moses and expected me to part the seas
Gave me the torch to carry your dream
In me you had hope
In me you gave your all
Despite all my faults.
And I tried and gave it my all.
But I still could not pull the sword from the stone.
Is it my lack of strength
Or the heaviness of my heart?
Is it my failures?
Or my lack of wisdom?
The sea stands before us,
and the wolves are at our door.
With this burden, why am I the one you choose to adorn.
for I can't carry on.
Knowing I failed to give you all.
It's that spark of hope in your eyes when you look at me
that breaks me apart
Your aspirations, your wishes, your desires and your expectation
Have me hung on a crucifix
Knowing that I'm bound to disappoint you
It's my crucible
Oh, mother don't look at me with those eyes.
see I tried and could not pull the sword from the stone
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Yesterday 10:35pm
You'll never dim that spark of light in a mother's eyes because she sees beyond what you are to what you could be. The only stumbling block is ourselves.
