lost all the hours by being me.
Said Yes to all the shout-outs,
emptied my pockets, gave away the key.
Old friends just being grateful,
different leaves, but we're from the same tree.
No hurt, no pain, no suffer divides us,
on love, respect and privacy we agree
Taking a gamble to look further,
beyond the roots of old friends.
Walking into a new orchard,
uncertain where freedom ends.
Being open, being bounteous,
trying to grow on new grounds.
Trying to hear the word friendship,
just not knowing how it sounds.
The old trees on the land,
move different in the wind.
Cloudy, mystique messages,
spreading the feeling I have sinned.
Planted shallow into infertile soil,
reaching out to the sun.
Taking their shadow for granted,
grasping out to be part of their fun.
It takes a lifetime of learning,
finding a way to enjoy the fruits.
It takes a lot of swallowing pride,
before the first root shoots.
Old achievements don't count,
there's a new chain-gang blues to sing.
I will do all, and all for free,
but not for nothing.
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