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letra de within - steven walker (tx)

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[verse 1]
the stillness of days
left his mind in a haze
as the wheels of his eyes stopped their spinning
the voice of ice
put his heart in a vice
when she spat upon that he was winning

[verse 2]
and the cool of the stream
turned his thoughts into dreams
as the water waves weaved round his ankles
and he chose not to stay
as the day ran away
so his brain became less painful

[verse 3]
and her wishless words
had only encouraged
his courage to forget its own name
when hе left his home
rebuilding his bonеs
he discovered he’d unknown his own shame

[chorus]
so goodbye to the south
h-llo to the west
oh my god, the location is pointless
cause the river and rain
and the far reaching plains
are the only wealth gained by the voiceless
[verse 4]
well, the travel was hard
and his feet they lay scarred
but his smile is growing with time
cause boxcar tales
and succeeding failures
had grown him as bold as the skies

[chorus]
with the mesas above
and the pavement below
his days were open and holy
but the journey ahead
could leave any man dead
or at the very least a bit lonely

[verse 5]
as he drew nearer still
flatlands sprouted hills
and hills too gave way to mountains
and over the peak
peeked the light-littered streets
of the city of stars and of the ocean

[verse 6]
and her voice still was there
but smaller and scared
as his eyes gazed down upon the city
[chorus]
but a new one arose
to sow up the holes
she said “not a sight more pretty”

[verse 6]
well, they strode hand in hand
to this half promised land
as the mountains grew taller behind
a fear shook his spine
but he never did mind
for her love grew stronger inside

[verse 7]
and this voice from within
had forgiven his sins
and no god could love him like she
so they carried their load
down the busy bent road
’til they washed in the wide-eyed seas

[verse 8]
and the waves thunderous crest
met the fire of his chest
as he tasted the salt of the water
[chorus]
and the moon up above
seemed to quiver with love
and his voice had no choice but for laughter
and the poets of lore
sit by the shore
storing up facts for new fiction
but they won’t comprehend
the glory of man
and his fight to find glory within

[outro]
to marry one’s own love of living
to sleep with those who do the same
to carry a gift, yes, worth giving
to keep it from those who would take
to not take a moment for granted
to not dream of heavens beyond
to know what i mean by enchanted
to sing ones own life as a song

- steven walker tx

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