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you carved our initials |
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into these family trees. |
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but when the branches are bare and broken, |
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love is so hard to reach. |
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we've learned to brace for the worst |
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and to read the last pages first, |
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surrender feels safe. |
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maybe the soul is the soil that holds the fallen seed, |
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or the light pouring down in between the rain clouds, |
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daring life to reach; |
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or maybe it's the rings in the trunk of the tree, |
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a birthmark time will leave |
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to measure the past. |
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but we can't dream when we're wide awake |
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or fall in love with a heart too strong to break. |
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faith is expensive to taste, |
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and time is borrowed loose change |
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that's already been spent. |
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maybe the soul is the tone of voice |
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that unearthed the words that we needed... |
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maybe the soul is a suitcase that holds the backup plan - |
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a collection of keys and the patience we need |
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to start again. |
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maybe it's the thresholds that swallow us whole |
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as we learn to let go, |
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in spite of the dirt on our clothes. |
