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Matisyahu lyrics : "On nature"

Ahh
Ahh


There is a place in the bottom of the soul,
It's no bread of restitution
Hearts smashed flat like dough

Where there is no pollution

Mute with no words to hold

Hopes, questions or solutions
Bedrock of a river that flowed
No past, present or future


We are men of nature
We are made from the earth

At the end of my eighty, I'll return to the dirt
Just sand, just rock, dry land, fast and silent
Only bein' only breathin'

We're just children of believers

Like fire and water be strong with compassion

In the morning we're born everlasting
Like the grass by the sea
Bendin' with the wind which knocks it down time and again

We remain and sing
Standing until the dawn of day carries us away
As we sway through the phases of each generation

We leave our trace and then leave this station

Fierce fronts, fantasy phased

No blame, untamed or spoken
Shiggy walks through this space
On dry land that's cracked and broken


We came to taste the rain
We're just, widows and orphans

Not afraid to feel the pain
Or to leave behind our notions


Bathe in showers, taste the tension,
Hear the howl, climb the mountain,
Kiss the cold and heal the frozen

Read the dreams in this here dungeon

We are men of nature

We are made from the earth
At the end of my eighty, I'll return to the dirt
Just sand, just rock, dry land, fast and silent

Only bein' only breathin'
We're just children of believers


There is fire in these leaves and they fall naturally,
I'm not afraid to face these seasons
'Cuz, times change and there's no one to blame

Even when the day is leavin'
Will you rise like a lion in the morning sun
Or will ya just lay there bleedin'

When the time has come, return to the kingdom
Close my eyes and be screamin "freedom"


Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom


We are men of nature
We are made from [freedom] the earth

At the end of my eighty, I'll return to the dirt
Just sand, just rock, dry land, fast and silent
Only bein' only breathin'

We're just children of believers

We are men of nature

We are made from the earth
At the end of my eighty, I'll return to the dirt
Just sand, just rock, dry land, fast and silent

Only bein' only breathin'
We're just children of believers

Children of believers

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