Shot Glass

Middle of Nowhere Church

Red Off My Neck

Back Home

4 Wheel Low

Half Past

Polaroid Picture

Captain

This Is My Dirt

The Getting By

Numbers On A Mailbox

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Most people fall apart
when the truth lands heavy
They love the surface
the version of me that doesn’t bleed
But when the weight shifts
their hands slip like shadows
and every promise
breaks before it hits the floor

A thousand voices
warm when the night is easy
but missing
when the sky divides
People reach for warmth
never for gravity
They hold you
until holding you
actually means something

Truth is heavy
and most are too light
to carry
anything real

People are light
until the truth lands
Hands slip
voices fade
But one soul with weight
can carry what I am
One soul with weight
can carry what I am

Crowds feel colder
than being alone
And one real heart
can feel like a whole new world
The rare ones
don’t run from the fire
They step inside
and stay
while everyone else disappears

Truth is heavy
Truth is holy
Truth is something
only few can lift

People are light
until the truth lands
Hands slip
voices fade
But one soul with weight
can carry what I am
One soul with weight
is enough
for a life like mine

When the world cracked
I didn’t reach for the crowd
I reached for the one
who didn’t flinch
who didn’t break
who didn’t drop me
when I was too heavy
for everyone else

People are light
until the truth lands
Hands slip
voices fade
But one soul with weight
can carry what I am
Carry what I am
One soul with weight
is enough for me

One Soul With Weight

guitar and harp standing outside as a busker in the worst weather. I was there and I did it many times to be able to bring home food for 10 kids. 

cold cold day In Hell

Captain

Palmer Anthony

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