We Are On Our Own Now
Those hills were pretty steep.
Those tracks were pretty long.
The mountains that we meet.
When we try to get along.
The road goes from smooth to rough.
The altitude closes in.
The questions we ask of us.
Sometimes the answers seem so thin.
Now we have to find a new direction.
We have to find a way.
They want us to give in.
But that gamble for them will not pay.
New mountains we have to climb, just to see the sky as blue.
New faces come into our lives, to you it could be me, to me it could be you.
We’ve lost something deep within and our instincts will start to wane.
But for the loved ones that we’ve lost, our journey forward will not be in vein.
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