Enough pictures drawn in the sand
Of everything we wish we'd been
Just to watch them wash out when the waters rise
Enough careless talk about giving up
Complaining of the things we haven't got
Why can't we stand up to the test of time?
No more
No less than all we are
All we have
No more holding back.
So far, we've only made a scratch
Knives out
No more holding
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