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taking shape - never will these hands forget كلمات الأغنية

the paths of which we choose sculpt the very being of our breathing life
the embers will solidify
build brick upon our strength of which we didn’t have before

i’m living in my head too much
keep wishing for the way it used to be
if only i could turn back the clock and re-ill-strate what was right for me
this is going nowhere

little soldier boy, come marching home
brave soldier your presence is longed for
in the eyes of evil, we lift up hope and make weightless to rise above the smoke
i’ll use the creases in my palm as a map
these hands will make moves, my body will act
the sweat lets me know i’m still alive
and as i wipe, it will wear away those roads until nothing is left
but never will these hands forget what they’ve met

i’m living in my head too much
keep wishing for the way things used to be
if only i could turn back the clock and re-ill-strate what was meant for me
this is going nowhere
and slowly crumbles beneath me
from everything i’ve seen that’s left me

i use to believe everything i’d need would follow me
weary not
for even if our hearts ache, we will push on while we pull the burdens along
these waters from reservoirs and streams are used to wash away what hurts
breaking down the barriers that stand before the body of man
and by the end we will lay in the midst of courage to strive and rebuild ourselves into the men and women of certainty
though we may be momentarily knocked off our feet
we’ll keep wheeling, we’ll keep wheeling
for these hands that have become so powerful that on contact raise hairs
and the words that are too afraid to leave the mind of others are the very same that i so proudly exclaim
this cups our heart
fill it up, spill it out and restart

- taking shape

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