Tilting on that stage
A footing can be found
Somewhere deep
Deep
But not too profound
Look inside the cracks
The cracks inside the wood
Memories stampeded
Stampeded
Where his and her feet stood
It’s all just a shadow
That drapes inside your mind
Your body is the freedom
Freedom
To find what you’ll find
So it’s gonna shine, shine
In a place that was black
In a river of stillness
In a portrait of cracks
In a place where time lies
Waiting to be broken
Sitting
And singing
Until the mind is woken
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