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Wednesday, August 26, 2015


Holding my hand on my heart
Yesterdays are gone
Tomorrow will not start

I can see clearly now
It wasn’t you
It was me all along

Holding my hands over my heart
Yesterday will not go
Tomorrow cannot start

The fog has lifted
The barrier has fallen down
Decrepit in old age

The mountains get higher
Shadows seem longer
Why did this place pick me?

Born in this land
This land is in me
It time to hear its call

Can’t seem to find my way back
Even though I hold I map
Memories changed it back

Forged in molten rock
Heart wants what the heart wants
Rain is coming to put out the fire

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