The Will

Long roads, stag beds
Stare all storms head-on, 'till our garden has ebbed
Demons heed to a wills work song

Mind over matter
Mount the former with a foothold
And the tops of those meadows

Dry earth, overgrown head
The lull of warning comes
Find a shelter instead
Blighted fleet swallows me whole
Out of sight but still in mind
Yield to the latter, climb another
Losing foothold
Can't reap what you didn't sow

The wills work song
(Mind over matter)
Oh, the wills work song
(Oh whats the latter)

The wills work song
(Mind over matter)
Oh, the wills work song
(Oh whats the latter)



Credits
Writer(s): Annie Jo Buchanan
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