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This sums it up....
Spending days in the rain
The red rivers on this cutting board mirror my brain
The stain on the window from my forehead is clear cause lately
I've been looking inside
And listening out here
I spend my time writing lines and
Constructing castles with my mind.
I found time is wasted because it doesn't exist
And once I got that I seem to never waste it
It's funny how things work when your mind is free
You see people as people
Even when they're in need
No matter the battle or mountains we climb if the top is what we strive for
Then the top is what we'll find
But the top of the mountain Is just place to be
A Spot to sit and talk with a view of all the trees
I've been there before and from there I saw more ...
More places to go
More people to meet
More hearts conquer
So I removed myself from that seat
To the bottom of nothing
The slums and the gutters
So low that I found myself hating my own mother
It never was easy for me to believe
Because I was raised a realist and to believe i had to see
I had to find something and still follow my dreams
I had find to find something and that something was me
But when I couldn't find something i'd always move on
and leave something for them so maybe they to could believe
in something even though its now gone
Some stayed Freinds and some were once brothers
Some I will remember more so then others
But each one had a lesson and something to give
Something for me to carry
A piece of a life that I once lived
As an artist my job in this world you see
is to make people love, move , feel and believe
In themselves in their freinds,
In all those who pretend,
In anything and everything including and during their bitter ends
As humans our pain makes room in our souls
To discover more things so we don't grow old and stay cold
But take it vain all this wonderful pain
And you'll end up in agony and losing the game
So Believe in yourself is all that I ask
That shouldn't be to difficult
But these days it's a task
-Trubdr. Road
Spending days in the rain
The red rivers on this cutting board mirror my brain
The stain on the window from my forehead is clear cause lately
I've been looking inside
And listening out here
I spend my time writing lines and
Constructing castles with my mind.
I found time is wasted because it doesn't exist
And once I got that I seem to never waste it
It's funny how things work when your mind is free
You see people as people
Even when they're in need
No matter the battle or mountains we climb if the top is what we strive for
Then the top is what we'll find
But the top of the mountain Is just place to be
A Spot to sit and talk with a view of all the trees
I've been there before and from there I saw more ...
More places to go
More people to meet
More hearts conquer
So I removed myself from that seat
To the bottom of nothing
The slums and the gutters
So low that I found myself hating my own mother
It never was easy for me to believe
Because I was raised a realist and to believe i had to see
I had to find something and still follow my dreams
I had find to find something and that something was me
But when I couldn't find something i'd always move on
and leave something for them so maybe they to could believe
in something even though its now gone
Some stayed Freinds and some were once brothers
Some I will remember more so then others
But each one had a lesson and something to give
Something for me to carry
A piece of a life that I once lived
As an artist my job in this world you see
is to make people love, move , feel and believe
In themselves in their freinds,
In all those who pretend,
In anything and everything including and during their bitter ends
As humans our pain makes room in our souls
To discover more things so we don't grow old and stay cold
But take it vain all this wonderful pain
And you'll end up in agony and losing the game
So Believe in yourself is all that I ask
That shouldn't be to difficult
But these days it's a task
-Trubdr. Road
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Über Trubdr. Adam Road
This sums it up....
Spending days in the rain
The red rivers on this cutting board mirror my brain
The stain on the window from my forehead is clear cause lately
I've been looking inside
And listening out here
I spend my time writing lines and
Constructing castles with my mind.
I found time is wasted because it doesn't exist
And once I got that I seem to never waste it
It's funny how things work when your mind is free
You see people as people
Even when they're in need
No matter the battle or mountains we climb if the top is what we strive for
Then the top is what we'll find
But the top of the mountain Is just place to be
A Spot to sit and talk with a view of all the trees
I've been there before and from there I saw more ...
More places to go
More people to meet
More hearts conquer
So I removed myself from that seat
To the bottom of nothing
The slums and the gutters
So low that I found myself hating my own mother
It never was easy for me to believe
Because I was raised a realist and to believe i had to see
I had to find something and still follow my dreams
I had find to find something and that something was me
But when I couldn't find something i'd always move on
and leave something for them so maybe they to could believe
in something even though its now gone
Some stayed Freinds and some were once brothers
Some I will remember more so then others
But each one had a lesson and something to give
Something for me to carry
A piece of a life that I once lived
As an artist my job in this world you see
is to make people love, move , feel and believe
In themselves in their freinds,
In all those who pretend,
In anything and everything including and during their bitter ends
As humans our pain makes room in our souls
To discover more things so we don't grow old and stay cold
But take it vain all this wonderful pain
And you'll end up in agony and losing the game
So Believe in yourself is all that I ask
That shouldn't be to difficult
But these days it's a task
-Trubdr. Road
Spending days in the rain
The red rivers on this cutting board mirror my brain
The stain on the window from my forehead is clear cause lately
I've been looking inside
And listening out here
I spend my time writing lines and
Constructing castles with my mind.
I found time is wasted because it doesn't exist
And once I got that I seem to never waste it
It's funny how things work when your mind is free
You see people as people
Even when they're in need
No matter the battle or mountains we climb if the top is what we strive for
Then the top is what we'll find
But the top of the mountain Is just place to be
A Spot to sit and talk with a view of all the trees
I've been there before and from there I saw more ...
More places to go
More people to meet
More hearts conquer
So I removed myself from that seat
To the bottom of nothing
The slums and the gutters
So low that I found myself hating my own mother
It never was easy for me to believe
Because I was raised a realist and to believe i had to see
I had to find something and still follow my dreams
I had find to find something and that something was me
But when I couldn't find something i'd always move on
and leave something for them so maybe they to could believe
in something even though its now gone
Some stayed Freinds and some were once brothers
Some I will remember more so then others
But each one had a lesson and something to give
Something for me to carry
A piece of a life that I once lived
As an artist my job in this world you see
is to make people love, move , feel and believe
In themselves in their freinds,
In all those who pretend,
In anything and everything including and during their bitter ends
As humans our pain makes room in our souls
To discover more things so we don't grow old and stay cold
But take it vain all this wonderful pain
And you'll end up in agony and losing the game
So Believe in yourself is all that I ask
That shouldn't be to difficult
But these days it's a task
-Trubdr. Road
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Genres:
Music
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