| There’s a word hidden in the ground as sure as my voice.
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| My travels in the past did very little to prepare me for today.
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| To dictate my hates and lusts,
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| To form an anthem to incite that same reaction, it fell short.
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| Where trailblazers set forth a new rebellion,
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| And cried like children when it came back home to deplete their fortunes.
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| We can not choose our effects without the risks.
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| We can’t pick and choose our mark on the world when we believe our own lies.
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| I found worth in words that were not mine.
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| I seek a path to be content with my failures in the works, and my journey.
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| I’ve been a dead man before, in spirit and in flesh.
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| In both cases my will is not what saved me. |