trudging through the deeper dirt
hidden groves of ash and hurt
Never lit trestles form the way
writing out the course Ill stay
Green and grief a narrow path
I consent and let go my wrath
Free to live in beauty lost
and blind myself to the cost
Give yourself another grace
I'm resigned to this place
Take holy relics of your stride
picnic trash by the roadside
hidden groves of ash and hurt
Never lit trestles form the way
writing out the course Ill stay
Green and grief a narrow path
I consent and let go my wrath
Free to live in beauty lost
and blind myself to the cost
Give yourself another grace
I'm resigned to this place
Take holy relics of your stride
picnic trash by the roadside
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