The Wilting
The birds like morning to sing up in the trees their sweet harmony
The wind comes in from the sea a salt in the breeze cooling my tea
It almost looks heavenly but I don't believe I can't believe
I'd like to question those who preach they know nothing the same as me
Oh how well your time is spent your days are wilting like the winter
Oh how things don't go as planned your days are growing very numbered
The birds like evening to sleep up in their trees so peacefully
The waning sun pales to pink over the sea the heaven's creep
There is no wisdom that I seek just let it be outside of me
I'd like to question those who preach they know nothing their gods laughing
Oh how well your time is spent your days are wilting like the winter
Oh how things don't go as planned your days are growing very numbered
I'm waiting willing and nothings changing
Oh the world will always move along without us
The truth waits for you at the end the quiet calm of permanence
The world will always move along without us
Nothing else is there for sure
The birds like morning to sing up in the trees their sweet harmony
The wind comes in from the sea a salt in the breeze cooling my tea
It almost looks heavenly but I don't believe I can't believe
I'd like to question those who preach they know nothing the same as me
Oh how well your time is spent your days are wilting like the winter
Oh how things don't go as planned your days are growing very numbered
The birds like evening to sleep up in their trees so peacefully
The waning sun pales to pink over the sea the heaven's creep
There is no wisdom that I seek just let it be outside of me
I'd like to question those who preach they know nothing their gods laughing
Oh how well your time is spent your days are wilting like the winter
Oh how things don't go as planned your days are growing very numbered
I'm waiting willing and nothings changing
Oh the world will always move along without us
The truth waits for you at the end the quiet calm of permanence
The world will always move along without us
Nothing else is there for sure
The birds like morning to sing up in the trees their sweet harmony
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Writer(s): Christopher Barranco
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