Love the run but not the race
All alone in a silent way
The world drifts in
And the world's a stranger
In a life
Eclipsed and alienated
In a time
Occupied and invaded
Can't tell what's right
Or where to hit the ground running
In the hills where the tall weed grows
Hands are tied that won't let go
Can't escape this place
Without leaving the world behind
In a life
Ashamed and humiliated
In a time
Sacrificed for the sake of truth
Soul is bent
Feels the weight of truth
Falling through
Left behind
No choice but to run
Run to the mountain
Where little poppies grow
You'll always hit the ground running
In a life
Paralyzed, spirits fading
Out of time
Must decide
To follow or run
Into the eye
Of the storm, no sign
Of no end
Make it right
Or fall to the other side
Where fields are burning
From the day you're born
You'll always hit the ground running
Hit the ground, hit the ground running
Hit the ground, hit the ground running
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