i've seen the stomp
the drumbeat inside
feathers and fire
mane and desire
nothing can feed you
and nothing can keep you
and no mountainside
is wide enough
to guide your restlessness
to swallow your scenery
you see that river?
where lions bleed
and babies splash
so brightly born and
crying for more
i'm swimming the river
and fighting the deep
wanting to swim
and needing to sink
you see that river?
where lions cry
and you will splash
so brightly born and
crying for more
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