To the Fore

Upon box hill I dared to wonder
Progress I'd made come to fruition
I thought I'd shed the weight
Discarded
But the albatross remains hung from my shoulders

Do yourself a favour and realise
Your hands aren't tied
Beholden to the estranged
I found the worst of it comes to the fore once again

Brooding in cycles
I'm still spinning
A crestfallen noise absolves myself from choice
And leads a chorus of
Rejoice

Do yourself a favour and realise
Your hands aren't tied
Beholden to the estranged
I found the worst of it comes to the fore once again



Credits
Writer(s): Calum Pratt
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