We are burden children
and we are frozen
can we make it back to where the green grows
cause we got this town and no home

Pour our heart into it
Make sure that they heard it
We'll make it back to where the green grows
Cause this city aint no place to make a home

Find ways to improve it
Reach out further through it 
Now is all we have to show
We're crawling back to our homes

I see a bright sunrise
I see tall grass blowing
Rolling hills on the horizon 
We're crawling back to our homes

We are burden children
And we are broken
As we make our way to where the green grows 
We'll leave our paths along the way

We'll leave our paths. 



Burden Children



What could distance show?

How could time relate?

To how I'll always remember you saying my name.

When will we find again?

The place where we have met?

Will you always remember my love the same?

How could time replace?

How we felt all those days.

Distance grows further

I fear you've abandoned my eyes

Us, this time, right now.

Could it all work out?

Would you forgive me darlin if I told you I'm sorry the timing might not be right for me

I have to learn to love and grow.

Let me whole self show.

I've carried myself back home to a place
You have wished to know

Will there still be way for that?

maybe you could've came along

Or I could've stayed right there

But baby
here's baby here's this song so you know


Beloved

city

I like the nitty gritty. The process is fulfilling, Writing in moments for purpose of insight, relaxation, or healing... Then being able to real in the rawness, the mistakes, the experience. I'm singing for me. I appreciate solely that it exists in a tangible form. It's not as strong as it could be in ways but I'm not in a hurry. 

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