Several times un-consciously I've stumbled on the path
and seen a mountain in the mist
As rain falls on my shoulders, sun rises in the east
I'm worn and bruised, but
I am here at least
I guess I'm just an obstacle, a thing to overcome
If I can sneak around myself and
again, I'll know I've won
The moment seems to hang and float
before me with no end
til I'm released, awake in peace(awakened beast???)
I'm on the road again
But now I'm soaring far too high
A fleck of dust up in the sky where
tiny clouds go sailing by
Pull me down today
woven in the fairytales we fabricate each day
are little golden strands of truth that
glimmer in the light
the colorful material we hold a certain way
to keep us from the cold and help to
get us through the night
But now I'm soaring far too high
a fleck of dust up in the sky
where tiny clouds go sailing by
Pull me down today
Pull me down today
Pull me down today
Pull me down
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