The little we know
Is holding our growth
The fear of letting go
Prohibits where we can go
If we give up
We give in
Continue on
Thick or thin
The little we know
Hope fear and love
Hold your strength my dear
Keep your eyes to the sun
The rally cry of the tired
A worthy cause flamed out with vigor
Passing floating rolling
I have tried
To do good
Good to be undone
So much has to rely on a rally cry
When your tired
And lonely
Not alone
You feel sad
Disconnected from the world
How did it work out not the way it was
All planned
A plane in flight unmanned
The plane now is in the final descent
It will land
How
Unknown
But through all of this
I
We
Have grown
Grown up
So here we come
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3 AM Parking lots
Not a lot to it
Cold lights bear over black stained stones
Moving slow after 8 hour rolls
We have a way of making it OK
Me and my love
On the road
On the road
On the road
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The fleet of beans
From all over the world it brings
A cup to hand
An arithmetic of modern invention
Shipped all over with modest intention
From the solid green
To a hollow black and brown
The second crack sound
A record taste of tremendous body
Not to be deceived or forgotton
With authority flavors delivered
A coffee from Burundi has me completely
Enthralled
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Abandoned winds
Trademark holiday fields
Bursting with light greens
From the depth of winter snow beams
Unsettled video consultation
Hair covered over face salutation
A Cup of Songwriting 