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Be the Salt

Don't carry the dead back home Leave them better left alone Time will come to face those fears Now your debts are in arrears Grab the living by the hand Tell them you still have a plan Even beggarly and small somehow rise above it all Be the salt and not the dross Claim the win and not the loss Someone needs you to be strong Fake it, make it right or wrong "Till you really reach the place where you learn to turn your face to the only one who knows how your inner garden grows.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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