always carried a lot of stuff
loaded up on your back like a saddle
and let life ride you
slept in fear
and dined in worry
trust no one and love no one
so there is no one to hold on too
cause the obvious won’t hurt you
marinade in atrocious news
devour the blues
like a patient in the hospital
fed nutrients through tubes
looking for visitors
that are gone too soon
just don’t wanna lose
the last concrete thing your heart held on too
it aches for you
beats for you
pray it don’t grow weak on you
it is the backbone of the operation
without it no packages can be carried
no barrier can be crossed
no wars can be won
only courage and time lost
there it is again!
that sound…
it beckons you
clear as a whistle
but you still won’t listen
like a cold draft blowing through the window
the soul cries out, “let it go”
if you can’t heal, you won’t grow
mahogany eyes tell tales deeper than the sea
standing in the present
but reenacting history
hauling the troubles blood ties held on too
refuse to have a child
and pass this curse on to somebody new
break the generational lies
forefathers held on too
always carried a lot of stuff
loaded up on your back like a saddle
and let life ride you
slept in fear
and dined in worry
but those days are gone
when turmoil comes knocking like a flood
from a broken dam, don’t open the door
living care free is a rare delicacy
contorted souls can’t ignore
new chances are worth creating
change is worth fighting for
the dawn of tomorrow
breathing in the air of today
searching for answers, creating a way
the wise take the opportunity to learn from yesterday
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