Beyond the back row off the beat and path
step into a field of dying blades of grass
so thick I have to use my hands
and slowly sinking in quicksand
I'll pull away till I can see again
Staring down with a kiss from the sky
unsure what feeds the flame
I know a secret way
unclear the reason why
I'll go in hopes to find
between the field now and the river bed
inching closer to the waters edge
3 rocks separate the flow
each stride I chip away the stone
every breath I pray a miracle
raining down like a kiss from the sky
unsure what feeds the flame
I know a secret way
unclear the reason why
I'll go in hopes to find
setting foot on solid ground again
at the hillside's steepest climb
nearing the top I seem among the clouds
staring down like a kiss from the sky
unsure what feeds the flame
I know a secret way
unclear the reason why
I'll go in hopes to find.
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