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Hope I was born here and I'll die here
But that's ok
Take it all or leave it
But don't throw it away
Sometimes, when I cry
My soul melts into clay
Then you can truly mold
Your morals into ways
When times are good
You feel invulnerable
Cunning and narcisus
Lead you astray
You may not realize
The words that you say
And hurt, like a silver blade
Cuts through those in your way
But when the season changes
The times turn deplorable
Your gut begins to wrench
Your eyes begin to itch
Your mind turns and rolls
And you shed your skin
Every tear that falls
From the corner of your eye
Is another seed of wisdom
That helps you to get by
For when you weep, you fall
Your ego dies, and rots away
And whats left over
Is truly a beautiful thing
I've shed so many tears
And shed so much dead skin
That scars are painted over me
Like ruins in the wind
Once your heart has hurt and healed
The skin of your cheeks will tan
A leather cloak covers
Where skin used to stand
But sorrow, sorrow is the greatest book
The world will ever know
We run from pain, but never see
That pain is God's offering to us
Do not run from suffering, but embrace it
For the moment you see sorrow as wisdom
The pain will melt, and new skin will appear
I was born here and I'll die here
I'm just in between graves
I lament the lives I've damaged
And I give thanks to the ones I've saved
I weep over lost love, and friends so long ago
But all these tears that cover me
Are a shield from greater blows
Now the prophecy is fulfilled
I've shed so much rain
That my skin is leather
I can no longer be hurt, but I still learn
Let it out, and true to my word
Your tears will become a blessing
Sometimes, pain will keep you alive
And the season will turn to illumination
