There's a reason why,
it's the unfathomed skies,
the wind in the pine,

the night train cries.

We so tenderly

raise our sweet hands and
hope for the best in
all circumstances.


We walk the cloudy night,
we see by moonlight.

We're slow, we take our time,
paced like the sun rise.


We follow the line,
we see through the lies,
and though we're gone in time,

everything is all right.

We so tenderly

raise our sweet hands and
hope for the best of
all circumstances.

There is no right way.
There is no wrong way.
No ears, no eyes,

no body, no mind.

BLCTXT VERSE:

2 halves make a whole, perfection be the goal.
Rarely do we see it we settle for what we know.
Really afraid to grow, really afraid to show,

the light that shines on the inside, let it glow down the road less traveled unravel your doubt and fear,
reap what you sow when you plant faith in the field of dreams crops cream comes from time you invested,
are you on your own path? Do you have any direction?

If you ain't honest with self, ain't no honest results,
don't be scared, break the cycle, watch the pieces melt.
Your future's in your hands, mold it to your liking,

get a grip, firm stance, build your legacy the highest.
The sky is no limit when you got your own vision,
if you think it, you can do it but you gotta be committed, and see it through,

stay true to you and yourn.
Cross the line that defies everything you're standing for.