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A song about being far too alike |
I don't feel so young or so old - A song Out the window of morning, my hills have become large mountains But the front step confronts, and faces are too hard to wear He rises and falls, in the very same way, but his loveliness hides it well And the fool on that hill is more often than not just my impression When the same thing confronts you that shortens my steps And something that haunts us and makes our lives still And we keep growing forward, but the cloud never lets We've become so alike and alikeness will swallow us down. Oh I don't feel so young or so old Nor so bright or so light as I want you to be Oh I feel sleepy but so full of power If trying corrupts me than let it make every bone bitter. He whispers to me, God, I feel so useless Just don't tell anyone, I'm known to speak sunshine, not curses It never will shake, though he builds up his arms And when tied around mine, my comforts make his heart worsen Oh if only he saw the extraordinary That his being becomes when full and light as fruit The fog overcome, the binds to his tooth are loosened And every last poison he swallows for bed turns to good Don't whisper on me, if you don't intend to follow Though dark is the night, and hills become large in shadow Then before we get old, let us try to make our life about something and if that something is love, than may that be that mountain Oh I don't feel so young or so old Nor so bright or so light as I want you to be Oh I feel sleepy but so full of power If trying corrupts me than let it make every bone bitter. |