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Walking down the streets that the water runs down

We’re all going in the same direction with different destinations

Who’s to say that we’re not right

If we choose to let the blind see

The colors that the world confines from them

Would it provide them with love

Or would it strip them of all they’ve ever known



I don’t know

I don’t know

But as I’m leaving will you hold my hand

As I close the door

I feel my strength departing

I don’t know how to explain this feeling anymore



Dirty wash rags and the river stones

Calling out my name, should I listen

Wanting to lead my home, should I go

Taste this life that I’ve found and let it linger in your mouth

I do confess that it’s even somewhat bitter to me

But it’s of my own making and I have no one to blame but myself

And if you can’t I’ll understand



I don’t know

I don’t know

But as I’m leaving will you hold my hand

As I close the door

I feel my strength departing

I don’t know how to explain this feeling anymore