Portmanteau

I need a portmanteau for this fire plateau
I need to crush the words and make a diamond dust
Out of the goods of woe

Cause it hurts me so to see this in slow-mo
To watch the back and forth, the return to truths
That we can't let show

Well, you say you find me low; you think I lost my flow
But the question you never ask is how your words
They cut against the afterglow

Of a story about to grow, of a best in show
Of a love that ticks inside, that don't need to hide
From the pull of the undertow

Cause you know I can row, I learned it long ago
From the people inside the songs we sing
From the pains that we undergo



Credits
Writer(s): Antonio Raul De Velasco
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