>>218007 (OP)The frailty of the storyteller
Lies not in design
When every word is perfect
In your collapse, you wonder “why”
I’ve still got something to teach you
Nothing more and nothing less
The destination is the journey
Still the landing you profess
—
These waves will nurse your complexion
While the wind still blows you down
Eastward sailing, know the waters more than anyone
When the sirens tear down your voice
Cool mists against your rosy cheeks
And the song you write should carry you home
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Beyond a highland, stray with melody
A harbinger, this ocean silver
“I, am the one,”
He declares
A song can shift the sands of time
A desert of life’s bequest
The stitches your heart still bears
Each story weaves a hope
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The weight of
The artist
Falls down
Like an angel
Dance
Against the storm
You can be
Something holy
—
Don’t anybody stand in my way
Learn to scream and shout
Look at yourself
Look at yourself
Look at yourself
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It’s gonna be okay
You’re meant for more than you know
Words trapped behind your mouth
Find you’ll know them on their page
I’ve still got something to teach you
Your life is all you’ve got to make good
You’ll know when the time comes
The music reaps the fruit of your soul
You’ll know when the time comes