A song of old, a tale written but scarcely told. Now twisted around a new voice, venerated by way of winds washing through our souls and out our mouths. She bares my lone escape, i attempt to be the path upon her landscape.
Go on and say what you wanna say I’ll bare your load, I’ll be your escape Come on and be what you wanna be Don’t hide your hands in the pockets of your jeans
That bitter breeze may never change But i promise you my love is here to stay We have dreams that last a lifetime in this home When we were young we shared the fireside glow, Many winters ago
You keep your heart just out of reach Share your secrets, confide in me I’ll keep my arms open Leave all your tears on my shoulder
Our tongues have told many tales We are older but still unfolding Our treasure weighs more than the heaviest stone... we can’t carry it on our own
Go on and say what you wanna say I’ll bare your load (I’ll bare your lone escape) I’ll be your escape
How is it that we live so long and act so short. We are all tied to something, but to rope each other together is an eternal act of hope. To take on someones messy attempt to make your life better while offering them your version of that same thing - it’s fruitful. Whose idea was it to call independence success?