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Jagged Stones
I'd put my best foot forward,
but it's too tired, walking away from a life of jagged stepping stones
I know, The Farther you go
the more the problem begins to show,
and I think no matter the situation beforehand,
... my wingspan tip to tip can justify the size of the hole that began grow....
But my key is all of her heart, to a better understanding
why these many faces riding this carbon carousel,
are teasing me, circling around a never-ending abyss
what did I miss?...
I'll ask the holy ghost, he's full of answers
after all even he could question the very existence
Seen from the many holes he possesses'
but it's too tired, walking away from a life of jagged stepping stones
I know, The Farther you go
the more the problem begins to show,
and I think no matter the situation beforehand,
... my wingspan tip to tip can justify the size of the hole that began grow....
But my key is all of her heart, to a better understanding
why these many faces riding this carbon carousel,
are teasing me, circling around a never-ending abyss
what did I miss?...
I'll ask the holy ghost, he's full of answers
after all even he could question the very existence
Seen from the many holes he possesses'
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