I guess I'm sitting this one out
That ship just sailed into the storm
Its sails are sewn with my regrets
This bridge will burn to keep us warm.
At least this glass is half full
so blindly optimistic
keeps me reliable at best.
My confidence is shaking
can't find the concentration
it's incomplete, I can't connect
Unsure, not seen.
I need to figure this one out
this drought is signal to explore
the starry sanctimony fills
the ears that cannot hear the war.
These plaintive songs are reserved
for the strongest absence of grace.
Searching for an answer
Stopping now to wonder.
Unsure, unseen.
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Probably the best way to open a Wild Powwers album. It's short, sweet, it builds, it's energetic. The opening salvo of lyrics sets the tone for the whole album. Jameson Calantoc