| She spoke to us
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| No longer as sons
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| The petulance of our youth
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| Had long since eroded away
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| But still she embraced us
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| Locked in her crystalline breast
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| Despite billions of years
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| All in the making of men
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| Now as an agent of change In a stagnant existence
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| I forge my own path
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| Away from that foxed contentment In great meandering loops
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| Across all that was known
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| Building momentum forwards I breached the veil
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| I could taste the edge of verything
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| The undiscoverd country lay before me
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| Yielding open
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| Yet inexorably I was drawn back
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| The impression of those hands on mine
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| Still as fresh then
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| As all that I chose to block
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| And then all was made clear to me
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| With savage revelation
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| Still trapped in those designs
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| Was the release I sought
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| To own my future I had to punish my past
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| I pissed my name
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| Into your ashes
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| And all your work
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| Has been undone
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| What you began
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| I have completed
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| I burned our home
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| Though all I’ll ever be is you
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| I am the master of my own destiny
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| But all I’ll ever be is you
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| I am the master of my own fate
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| But all I’ll ever be is you
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| Theia… |