Wash away the root
The trees know how to grow across rocks
Bare bones and reaching sweeps
The resilience of life is to be alive
Something we all fight for and forget why
The natural nature of beings that be
Running along and preparing for gifts falling below
Little did I know
Swirling headlamps and lights lit the fog
I was born in a foggy city
Rolling on the freeway, my friend and me
20 miles an hour in a 65 zone
Nothing to see
Nowhere to go but just before the last tire spin
And we made it home.
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