This is a good mourning
And I've come to bring the sun like... Sunday morning
Now open your eyes
Rise then...shine
Let me stretch that mind for a good amount of time
While we were sleeping
Bad men got to keeping us
From our Selves
Got us talking big
But living little
Kind of stuck like...in the middle
We got too many broken toys
We need less distraction less...noise
See if we can't hear those giant steps
The beautiful mess that is this life
See school is...birth to the death
Something even God will profess to in every thing
Follow the line of your heart because there is no point
Feel me?
The LINE is all
Life an ocean in it's water we rise high in order to fall
The experience is all that matters
Could be bad or good, doesn't matter
Life is school.
TV the spell you been under.
Good mourning.
I came to bring my Sun like a Sunday morning.
And God's truth like thunder
Within our mind we carry hell
But may this song break the spell
Love
- g
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