Bones

Though, in truth, it should be different
Every day is just the same
A beast of burden running upstream in a river made of clay

How can I be nothing more than the bones and blood in me
Though I try, I can't find a better way to be alive

What a curse to never know it, only see it from afar
A tapestry of every color dusted over in the dark

And how can I be nothing more than the bones and blood in me
Though I try, I can't find a better way to be alive

Ideas are like a seed
They stand the test of time
You cannot kill me
Even if you tried
My body may be gone
The absence of my cries
But even so my words will never die

Ideas are like a seed
They stand the test of time
You cannot kill me
Even if you tried
My body may be gone
The absence of my cries
But even so my words will never die



Credits
Writer(s): Finn Morrison
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