| Resolution hinges on a breath after a series of struggles
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| When questions become less defining
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| And solutions have no silver lining
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| When the battle has fallen to ultimate destruction
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| With no momentary pauses for why it was all triggered
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| And from all angles equations plus views, you still can’t figure
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| Resolution is the aftermath of that which could not be defined
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| Hanging on a cliff with no options but to die, rewind or recline
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| Compromising on earth to ignite what was written before you began
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| Understanding that every rock created, eventually turns to sand
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| Grandly accepting that in life’s rythem, there is but one concrete plan
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| That has nothing to do with blocks, hoods, anger, tears, retaliation or man
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| Resolution is the fire in the sky left by a phoenix rising
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| A caged bird lost, but still free
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| Flying over a trecherous sea with no effort, gliding
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| Resolution is the thought you cannot contain
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| When city lights turn to magnificent heights
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| And release has no echo of pain
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| Resolution hinges on a breath that passes as quickly as an untangled life
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| Its when you… (deep breath, sigh)
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| It’s gonna be alright, it’s gonna be alright |