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A Load of Gold
A Load of Gold,
Carrying a heavy load,
Walking down this winding road,
A burden holding the gold,
A treasure that I hold,
As I am anchored in what's true,
The weight of the world's view,
Comes crashing over you.
What can I really do?
All my words carry it through,
The other part is up to you,
Believe in something new,
Let go of what you think you knew,
A stew of energy,
Carrys through everybody,
Aconnection worth the study,
It's going to get muddy,
Find a buddy to talk to,
As you walk through your true you,
It feels like a burden to,
It's something you'll get use to.
Everything you see,
Comes from you.
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keith mchugh
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