Open the door for what I have to say
This thought process needs oxygen to breath
These past ten years have been a river inflicted on myself
Every new wave that crashes carves new trenches deep whithin my chest
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I will address you with my lungs
And still expect a breath of air
Each spoken word's a different verse
Though sometimes sounds the same
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What's the purpose in purchase and sale
When we weather this storm through the wind and the hail
Set apart from this ship that's sinking and sifting the water
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Hands in pockets and shut my mouth
My judgement's been effected
Impacted and collapsed upon itself
I've lost what words to say from here
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It's funny how the person we thought we would be never happens
How it takes so long to figure out what's important to us
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In this ever expanding universe that constantly surprises us
We gently glide through a crack in a corner rooted to a platform of dust
Though some have jumped this organic and potential paradise of a planet
We have yet to escape this small town we call our solar system
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Walking an old dirt road
Kicking up sand into my eyes
Into the wind blowing
Buzzing and humming from all directions
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It's good to know that I mean nothing
People don't want to talk to me
I'm just a piece of a planet
A speck of dust stuck floating in the air
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God Smiled down on him
Forever the man thought he had been forgotten
But not at this moment
For this time he could feel a small light inside of him
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