Locked in—-
a hundred miles an hour
down a cattle shoot path
Grab Hold—-
wearing razor wire armor
tearing hands reaching toward me
Night fall—-
the ashes of day fires
weigh down tired shoulders
carrying burdening thoughts
Locked in—-
a hundred miles an hour
down a cattle shoot path
Grab Hold—-
wearing razor wire armor
tearing hands reaching toward me
Night fall—-
the ashes of day fires
weigh down tired shoulders
carrying burdening thoughts
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“the ashes of day fires… ”
very cool, dawg…. I think I felt like this a few times when trying to sleep… key word… “trying”…
mmhmm
its hard to let go of a bad days burning stress.
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Locked in—-
a hundred miles an hour
down a cattle shoot path
Grab Hold—-
wearing razor wire armor
tearing hands reaching toward me
Night fall—-
the ashes of day fires
weigh down tired shoulders
carrying burdening thoughts