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The Dirt
The sun hides it's warmth behind a dark cloud
The cloud drips it's tears on my face
I look to the sky to find a small ray and all I can get is a gloom
I sit on a hill and wish for a time when you were the only one for me
I wonder whats held within this cold man, why nothing can permeate within
Alone on this dirt, my shovel in hand, I start this long day of my digging
The hole I am seeking, must be dug deep, the girth wider than I am tall
I've come here to bury the love lost inside, today is the day for beginning
I dig for a while, then wipe my wet brow, alone in the dirt I am crying
Leaving the list, of deeds I've done wrong, I stand with my shovel beside me
As I look toward, the stream thats run dry, I see a small trickle forthcoming
The sun peeks it's head, from behind the dark cloud, I start to replace the soft earth.
And bury the shovel, with my bare hands, and stomp on the dirt till it's hard
Then wander towards the sound of my life, calling me back to the day
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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