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Crucible


Being shallow ends when something deep means more...

Being shallow ends when something deep means more…

Remnants of a love you knew cascades across the ocean floor
Shadows of the heart sink to the bottom
Don’t let all that wreckage drag you down
The past is an anchor when the future’s not around to give direction to a heart that’s lost at sea
Spread out amongst the many waves
Drifting away at a steady pace
There is trouble in these waters

Time washes away more & more memories
Carried away effortlessly into the middle of nowhere
Being shallow ends when the deep wants more
And suddenly you’re in over your head
Washed over by the sea, where a pool once used to be
What are you holding your breath for?

All the little ripples become whirlpools when you don’t know what you’re in for
Against the rising tides its hard to hear you anymore
Affection is not attraction, that’s why there’s no sense of direction when we’re not close
The crashing waves make our weaknesses seem so unending
Not hiding it, only reinforcing our vast differences beneath the depths
Being strong means knowing when to not fight anymore & not trying to control it all
You take what you can get, because it doesn’t come around as often as it should
Wait it out until an opening presents itself to come up for air

A single breath was taken
Filling you with dreams once more
Your heart beats steady after finding somewhere to swim towards
Nothing’s in your way, unless you let it be
Let life catch up to you
Make peace with that shell made out of old ways before it weighs you down
Your crucible tests you to the core of your being
You won’t be the same as you were before
No one found peace in fear
You will see the world differently
Being shallow ends when something deep means more
Send your heart out as though it were a message in a bottle
An S.O.S. for a lonely & hopeful soul
In time you will find your way

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Shake It Off


To the left is everything that I used to fear.
What’s right is to turn & face it directly.
Can’t dance around this.
Better leave it all on the floor.

You better step, step up.
Show them what you’ve got.
Feel your way through it & don’t question what you’re doing.
Now is the time to make moves & shake things up.
Don’t worry, shake it off.

Follow the beat of your heart.
There is no contest when it comes to living your life.
Put your hands in the air & surrender yourself to the moment.
Take everything in, one breath at a time.
The world isn’t ending, there will always be a tomorrow.
But today you can have it your way, so make it happen.

You better step, step up.
Show them what you’ve got.
Feel your way through it & don’t question what you’re doing.
Now is the time to make moves & shake things up.
Don’t worry, shake it off.

Countdown’s begun, get moving.
The build up is what you’ve been waiting for, rise to the occasion.
Don’t rush, make every step you take your own.
There’s nothing on your mind while you’re sliding into place.
There’s nothing to talk about, you know what you know & you don’t know what you don’t know; you’re freestyling.

Can you move me?
See right though me.
Find your footing & make your way.
No rehearsals, every step is the first.
You’re about to witness history in the making.

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Fade


I saw her in the crowd, but I didn’t really see her.
I saw her face, but her features didn’t stand out.
I had seen her, but I did not notice her for some reason.
She had that rare ability to fade into the background.
Some people are like that, they hold their strength inside, to be discovered with their secrets.

 

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Quotes: Rest Less Disturbed




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Red Gold


The only piece of you I had left I wore around my neck.
At first it was my fingers that wore you with pride.
I loved you even though I knew that I shouldn’t.
But your memory wasn’t all that it was made out to be.
I outgrew you & threw you over my solid gold chain when you had no right to be worn along with a gift my mother had given me.
Why’d I even bother to carry you around?

Never cleaned you off.
So red instead of pure gold.
Tainted purity around my neck.
Naturally, time left your stain on my heart.
I put you out there for all to see unknowingly.
I never knew that a memory could hold somebody hostage.

I took in the most that I could.
One day the burden I carried finally broke down & fell to the ground while I was losing my cool.
I could have fixed this once again, but I realized that I don’t want to be fixed, I want to be understood.
So I sold my red gold weight & made my way through life.
Any sign of you was nothing more than skin deep.
The show’s over, I’m doing better alone.

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