Took myself out and erased my path Blackened out the writing, replaced my name. We can pa** through and empty our hands Or change our minds and go back. My head is high, my mouth is silent, But in my soul I feel life flowing like rivers. We try to keep our hearts free From the fever that drowns all sober thoughts away I will not be as one kept in bit and bridle With no understanding for us all And still I feel, a hiding place When I look down and see dust and bone at my feet. It does not cross rivers, or oceans, or lakes But love is deep, so when it cracks it trembles And crumbles you from within.