Bag Of Bones

This quiet shallow river is giving me a second glance of my reflection
Trying to dance against the current of my life
Giving me a second chance of happiness
Richness not poor of heart made of love
My poor's open up and freedom runs
Fills up the cracks of my skin
Showing me there is life here
Breathing the death cold air in my lungs
Give me a shot of life
Another of a security from your soul
Yes this world is so cold sometimes
But i guess it is better than being hot
I am banging on the gates of heaven but no on was home
I'm standing at your front door holding a bag of my bones
Trying to see if your awake for tonight
Please come open up for my own souls sake
The lives we create
The bodies we leave
The air in our lungs no longer we breathe
This quiet shallow river gave me a second glance of my reflection
Giving me a second chance of life and love
We are his obsession

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