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The Lightning Tree

from The Lightning Tree by Sam Jones

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There's nothing colder
Than facing up
To a lack of control
These sterile hands
Won't ever take
The deeper pains away

What happens within
Rots the wild machines of time
And I can't help but dream
Of returning to what once was mine

Why can't I see
What comes next while
Waiting on my
Heart's arrest and

If I grow old
What does that mean
Is it too late
Too be born clean

But outside these walls and windows
The weather's closing in
And I can't bear to take these steps
With my form so weak
And paper thin
Why can't I see the end point
Cos I don't know if I've even
Woken up

But these reflections
Hide your face and
My fragile heart can't
Find its space
If we lived forever
Would things change
Or are we too lost
To take the blame

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from The Lightning Tree, released December 23, 2014

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I'm a London based recording artist with a habit of oversharing.

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