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"Awake" (by: Zach Gross)
Being pulled by two seperate forces
Each led by large black horses
Their direction of Differnt courses
And thats my tale.
With mind so blind, forced to read braile
A body that ain't so weak but truely frail
Waited for life to lift its vail
But knew that the task was mine
Of life and liberty, Of fruit and wine
lift the body, uncoil the spine
leave your woes and smell the pine
The world is yours to hold.
In my hands my hands I form the mold
Dare to take a position so bold
To lead your life and with eyes, behold
That your life... Now Live it.
Being pulled by two seperate forces
Each led by large black horses
Their direction of Differnt courses
And thats my tale.
With mind so blind, forced to read braile
A body that ain't so weak but truely frail
Waited for life to lift its vail
But knew that the task was mine
Of life and liberty, Of fruit and wine
lift the body, uncoil the spine
leave your woes and smell the pine
The world is yours to hold.
In my hands my hands I form the mold
Dare to take a position so bold
To lead your life and with eyes, behold
That your life... Now Live it.