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You've got your face down
Like a hitched up mule,
Tears dropping down cuz
No one hears the tool fall,
Primal callings are your
Pull, gravity and heavy
Is all you see.
Are we lost and broken,
A shovel abandoned in the
Snow?
Cold steel and splintered wood
and in that night I wished I could
Rise out of the frozen terrors I faced,
Just up and go out of this place.
But still in this vessel I remained,
A candle sputtering,
But in vain?
Looking over my shoulder at Times Passed,
Looking up front at what would be amassed,
There issues a sigh from this weary throat,
Along with everything else I've choked.
And then I think I'll slump down,
repair my friendship with the ground.
Sometimes we need him through it all,
We need him to break that fall.
After him there's no where to go,
But the dismal abyss our zealots
Show.
Once you hit rock-bottom,
Treetops seem like heaven.
And then you see the sky,
It's like watching bread leaven.
"Lend me your Ears," he says,
But I say "Lend me your Hearts!"
For thats worth much more in these days.