Storytelling times are tough
To sell to those rough
Beaten blackened hearts
And all the words I lost
Along the way
Are gone and fleeting
Stolen from the criminal of experience
Lost ideas never come back
Lost ideals drown in the ocean of space
Deep sea diving
Will only keep you from the truth
Forging ahead, oh westward wagons
And how do we control ourselves
When we're meant to drift
Walking on this balance beam...
Easier said then done
But to keep trying
Gives me grace
Give me grace
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