New Tide

Looks a lot like giving up

Feels a lot like

You’ve had enough

Try to turn away

Like it’s no longer good enough

Take these hands that feel the earth

The breath I hold

Couldn’t hold the curse

Feet grounded in this clay

The water rises at the end of the day

This house still burned down

And it’s been swept clean

But the stain on my soul

And there’s ash in my throat

Her eyes like smoke

And her voice like rain

We’re knee deep in the pain

Still strutting

Getting hung up on lesser things

And I release

All the things

That never served me

I give them back to you

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