Made Strong
Straight lines fall to nature in time
Cities all under siege
And I welcoming I embrace it all
Oh so like a bull forcing through
Straight lines when life comes
At odd angles
Straight lines fall to nature in time
Are your enemies gaining speed
While I generous I offered all
Oh born calling out
Wanting all straight lines
When life comes at odd angles
You're the cry of a child made strong
Flashing eyes unseeing of
The cunning borne of need
Their spirits called me here
And I left you here alone
So your anger need not grow
Blow already landed before your saw it
End the same either way
But a little time was mine
Either way
Straight lines fall to nature in time
Cities all under siege
And I welcoming I embrace it all
Oh so like a bull forcing through
Straight lines when life comes
At odd angles
You're the cry of a child made strong
Flashing eyes unseeing of
The cunning borne of need
Their spirits called me here
And I left you here alone
So your anger need not grow
You're the cry of a child made strong
Flashing eyes unseeing of
The cunning borne of need
Their spirits called me here
And I left you here alone
So your anger need not grow
Blow already landed before you saw it
But little time, either way
Cities all under siege
And I welcoming I embrace it all
Oh so like a bull forcing through
Straight lines when life comes
At odd angles
Straight lines fall to nature in time
Are your enemies gaining speed
While I generous I offered all
Oh born calling out
Wanting all straight lines
When life comes at odd angles
You're the cry of a child made strong
Flashing eyes unseeing of
The cunning borne of need
Their spirits called me here
And I left you here alone
So your anger need not grow
Blow already landed before your saw it
End the same either way
But a little time was mine
Either way
Straight lines fall to nature in time
Cities all under siege
And I welcoming I embrace it all
Oh so like a bull forcing through
Straight lines when life comes
At odd angles
You're the cry of a child made strong
Flashing eyes unseeing of
The cunning borne of need
Their spirits called me here
And I left you here alone
So your anger need not grow
You're the cry of a child made strong
Flashing eyes unseeing of
The cunning borne of need
Their spirits called me here
And I left you here alone
So your anger need not grow
Blow already landed before you saw it
But little time, either way
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