We climb mountains of fear
and swim rivers of grief
Inner demons we fight
Boat is our heart
mind the captain
navigating through
the forest of wisdom
The thoughts of your past
are weighting you down
Body holding memories
When it starts to burn
at the staircase of your heart
Everything will start to gain new meaning
Restless soul
trapped in your own thinking
can't follow the rhythm of the heart
feeling the distant abandonment
of the life we wished we lived
We don't carve with chisel and hammer
but with thoughts and feelings
Lets heal the wounds
that bled for generations
into the earth, which
we all call home.
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Some things have started to bug me. There has been a lot of disappointments, but I am in my haven, safe. Still it burns in my heart, my soul searching for something more....
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