Ambition crumbles like the wintered Boston streets.
Another day of rain, an empty promise repeats.
Salt stained leather bound the soles of your feet.
Amongst good company, a drink to empathy.
Another day of rain, an empty promise repeats.
Salt stained leather bound the soles of your feet.
Amongst good company, a drink to empathy.
Morning breaks and it's a brand new day.
Growing outward like a plant in the shade.
Hung over from the night, and my back isn't right today. (isn't right today)
But the sun brings back a feeling like the end of a long work day.
Soil breaks, new life penetrates, and we move forward
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