There is verity found
In the dwellers of your old home
That you are not what you own
Though you're not bound to what you dream
And I'm never minding to be told
That you're equal to the horse you hold
And you ought to send them running
I will be
A part of on what I lean
At any given time
And if I'm what's running in my mind
Then I'm both cruel and kind
There's a cause
And it's easy to see you've not won
When you have only stuck to your guns
And your own drum you're beating
Where there's gold
There's sweat that's shining off a horn
The darling's piss you hear every morning
And that's what I'm taking with me
I will be
A part of on what I lean
At any given time
And the view
The view will fall off again
Further from our mind
And I will be gone
A part of what I leaned on
At any given time
And if I'm just the word love in my mind
Then I'm both cruel and kind
Anytime
And I will be part
Of