Manifestra
Humble, like the child of God she wants to be
Stumbles over briar and branch that falls off the tree
Recognize the obstacle still she is stepping in it
Criticized for the child of God she wants to be
Precious, the momentary comment of sleep
Pregnant, the meanings and warnings especially
Question the answers and chancery of status quo
Acceptance, return to the message of what you know
Every day, give me the strength of a thousand beams
Every day, carry me and lift me and hold me
I'm thankful for the prayers that are answered every day
A tankful of gratitude pressed into holidays
Vacate the habits and stay close to what you love
Mandate and prorate the style of our Tanqueray
Backbone learn to stand up for the audio
Tactile in the process of knowing what you know
You dismantle the rot and the ruin of a straight line
One chance to say something deep in the audio
Every day, give me the strength of a thousand beams
Every day, carry me and lift me and hold me
[x2]
And the orchestra tunes itself up from the dissonance
A manifestra of violins sweep into consciousness
Harmony in the style and the guise of martinis
Continents in the verbage and endings of paragraphs
Trust is the anecdote to the pejorative
Plus one, plus we accumulate the principle corrective
Jealous of the wealth of other girls?
Call on a higher power to finish where the math is
Every day, give me the strength of a thousand beams
Every day, carry me and lift me and hold me
[x2]
Spelling, the proper sentence and period
It's telling, the transmutation of Ahab
And it's killing me, slowly and surely as grass
Not willing to change for the style of the period.
And it's the in/out, the daily reprieve of the exhale
Mmm, I forgot about the water and chase the whale
The myth that the prize is all there oughta be
A novel written in the style of the whiskey
Every day, give me the strength of a thousand beams
Every day, carry me and lift me and hold me
[x2]
I'm humble, like the child of God I want to be
I stumble over briar and branch that falls off the tree
Recognize the obstacle still I am stepping in it
Criticized for the child of God I want to be
Every day, give me the strength of a thousand beams
Every day, carry me and lift me and hold me
[x2]
Stumbles over briar and branch that falls off the tree
Recognize the obstacle still she is stepping in it
Criticized for the child of God she wants to be
Precious, the momentary comment of sleep
Pregnant, the meanings and warnings especially
Question the answers and chancery of status quo
Acceptance, return to the message of what you know
Every day, give me the strength of a thousand beams
Every day, carry me and lift me and hold me
I'm thankful for the prayers that are answered every day
A tankful of gratitude pressed into holidays
Vacate the habits and stay close to what you love
Mandate and prorate the style of our Tanqueray
Backbone learn to stand up for the audio
Tactile in the process of knowing what you know
You dismantle the rot and the ruin of a straight line
One chance to say something deep in the audio
Every day, give me the strength of a thousand beams
Every day, carry me and lift me and hold me
[x2]
And the orchestra tunes itself up from the dissonance
A manifestra of violins sweep into consciousness
Harmony in the style and the guise of martinis
Continents in the verbage and endings of paragraphs
Trust is the anecdote to the pejorative
Plus one, plus we accumulate the principle corrective
Jealous of the wealth of other girls?
Call on a higher power to finish where the math is
Every day, give me the strength of a thousand beams
Every day, carry me and lift me and hold me
[x2]
Spelling, the proper sentence and period
It's telling, the transmutation of Ahab
And it's killing me, slowly and surely as grass
Not willing to change for the style of the period.
And it's the in/out, the daily reprieve of the exhale
Mmm, I forgot about the water and chase the whale
The myth that the prize is all there oughta be
A novel written in the style of the whiskey
Every day, give me the strength of a thousand beams
Every day, carry me and lift me and hold me
[x2]
I'm humble, like the child of God I want to be
I stumble over briar and branch that falls off the tree
Recognize the obstacle still I am stepping in it
Criticized for the child of God I want to be
Every day, give me the strength of a thousand beams
Every day, carry me and lift me and hold me
[x2]
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Writer(s): Erin Mckeown
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