Alberta

In the aftermath of the backlash
I do not submerge my heel
I know not what I fear

Composed and nearly useless
Not making sudden movements
Consuming my pollutants

Like an ark upon a wave
Crashing through a forest's glade
And I'm sleeping through it all

So take my hand, Alberta
And I'll climb upon your shoulders
And pretend that I am tall

I am sleeping through it all

Oh!
I'm not a troll at all
I'm not a tool, I fall down fast
And get back up again

Oh!
If I could reach the sun
I'd bring it to where you are
You'd never be cold again

Oh!
Oh!
Shake my hand, good sir
Shake my hand, good sir
Shake my hand, Alberta



Credits
Writer(s): Devon Travis
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