Beyond the back row off the beat and path, step into a field of dying blades of grass, so thick I have to use my hands and slowly sinking in quicksand, I'll pull away 'till I can see again staring down with a kiss from the sky
Unsure what feeds the flame, I know a secret way, unclear the reason why, I'll go in hopes to find
Between the field now and the river bed, inching closer to the waters edge, three rocks separate the flow, each stride I chip away the stone, every breath I pray a miracle raining down like a kiss from the sky
Unsure what feeds the flame, I know a secret way, unclear the reason why, I'll go in hopes to find
Setting foot on solid ground again at the hillside's steepest climb, nearing the top I seem among the clouds staring down like a kiss from the sky
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