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I’m treading dirt beneath my feet

on the road to redemption where we’ll meet.

A pile of bones is all you own

from the backseat of your life where you roam.

Time to confess that your my stress,

from the thousands of ideas you didn’t do.

yet you stay true to all you knew,

with the turning of the tide I can…

See in your eye’s, see through your eye’s

the flames that push you on from the dreams long gone.

sleeping, sleeping, dreaming

what I do is all on you and our inability to conquer truth.

Time to confess that your my stress,

from the thousands of ideas you didn’t do.

yet you stay true to all you knew,

with the turning of the tide I can…

See in your eye’s, see through your eye’s

the flames that push you on from the dreams long gone.

I see in your eye’s, I see through your eye’s

the flames that push you on from the dreams long gone.

sleeping, sleeping, dreaming