there goes my life
Exodus
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freedom
a concept rarely lived.
a short distance from truth.
i walk down the road, through the rain
barefoot and open hearted
feeling every drop of life cover over me
it sets me free.
the black street stains my feet
but i dont care... theres too much
to see, to do
i can feel the sky reaching out to me
and i pour my soul back into it
lifting my arms into the air
tilting my head back and looking to the clouds for words
the cool summer rain runs off my face and through my hair
it speaks to me.
it sets me free...
this is my truth.
i liked this so i put it here.
a concept rarely lived.
a short distance from truth.
i walk down the road, through the rain
barefoot and open hearted
feeling every drop of life cover over me
it sets me free.
the black street stains my feet
but i dont care... theres too much
to see, to do
i can feel the sky reaching out to me
and i pour my soul back into it
lifting my arms into the air
tilting my head back and looking to the clouds for words
the cool summer rain runs off my face and through my hair
it speaks to me.
it sets me free...
this is my truth.
i liked this so i put it here.
Between the conception and the creation
Between the emotion and the response
Falls the shadow.
Between the emotion and the response
Falls the shadow.
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Fate is trying to tell you to shut the fuck up
smell so sweet
and nevermind the rain
it was sposed to say "stains".
Between the emotion and the response
Falls the shadow.