I remember waiting for you,
Sure that you’d be my saving grace
A soul as beautiful as you,
How could you not?
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Strong as our faith in each other was,
Such forces of nature
Tell me, what storm could stand against, between, even with no man for us?
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Timeless beauty,
Independence,
Such a bond,
Formed in strained times
No knot is forged as strong as that born of a tug of war
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Above the law, I would’ve committed any wrong to get to you
Pulling so hard, each team is
Some for men and some women
While others tugged for bare sanity,
Others did for the luxury of glory
And who’s to say if fighting for one does not mean standing to lose the other?
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Keep knowing peace
Get to know me
Hope you’ll keep me
Mantras to the mirror before the gods of contradicting convictions collide
Mantras to the mirror on the brink of eminent cracks
Or the brink of peace
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Always at the eye, is the brink of peace
Always at the eye, is the brink of peace
We’ve pulled so hard, shifted way off our centre
I’ll tell you now, that the day I won is the exact same one I lost a battle
Between all the fighting, I chose too many,
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Forgot that I could be wounded
Injure my back
Fall on my face
And don’t fights usually slowly shift you off your axis?
I’ve found the rug pulled from under me while firmly standing my ground
But to reject conflict would hint at a lack of spirit, fire, back-bone or substance, I feared
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I found it all a bit funny,
How I could break my back,
Bend over backwards
Strain my backbone trying to prove that I had one
My undying loyalty to ideas, beliefs, systems, culture
Could still be the death of me
If they aren’t already
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Then again, what is the essence of living,
If not accompanied by its ever-peaking state of fragility?
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