Ready To Grow
I'm in a doom at the dawn of the cape
my relentless subconscious seals my fate
each and every day
my winter's growing cold
these ricocheting targeting tools
my bouncing dilemma fills the room
lonliness it creeps
at a half past noon
that's when I come in from the cold
I'll rest my head upon your warm soul
God, take my hand lord
yes, I'm ready to grow
I will follow you through the snow
and as the tracks lay down
they will cure my soul
God, take my hand lord
yes, I'm ready to know
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