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Battle For You
How many miles can separate you and me Before I can’t count it on my hands? How many mines could hold the dinosaurs, And the gold that made my ring Before this earth is too deep? Names and numbers are plastered in black and white Haunting my dreams in deeper canyons, Than pick axes and drills are built to reach. I caught some rays, trying to beat the sun Dug my way up to the sky, Climbing through broken branches and battered leaves Finding holes of light blue through the gray. I cracked through, digging my way to find you But I must have dug a little to close, hitting rays to far away Breaking the sky and turning it black, and fell to the ground Landing black and blue, just from the sight of you I can’t breath in the bubbles or green fish scales But did you know I could walk on water The whales laugh and the sharks moan At the sights of my white feet upon their sky of crescent waves If you could push your hands just a little bit father from shore Their talons and teeth could disappear from reach But when the waves got to high I found out I had forgotten to swim The mountains laughed as I started my climb at its feet Kicking through rocks, and the trees, the grime. But as the sky become closer to my palms and cheeks The mountain roared with jealousy They could see your face etched to close to reach And started to rumble and blow Snow froze, rain drenched, wind blew But I still fought to get to you I landed face down, and looking up And the mountain started laughing again I drug my body through every part of earth To find some name they painted in blue. Human hearts are made to bleed; and to heal again My stitches have healed, my scars are many But I still hold it out for someone to take But how many more faces can I offer it to Before my footsteps outlive my heart The heart is only built so deep That it is just enough for someone to reach
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