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I pushed my youth too early

Through the ground of the earth

A seedling longing for truth

A chance to escape the dirt

A chance to see the sunlight

A chance to find my life by reaching for you



You know me, speaking rarely and indirectly

But, oh, how I long to speak so plainly

But, you know me, nerves got the best of me

And, you got what was left



You trusted me unquestionably

Through the hours of our sunrise

And, gave me every part of you

But, I couldn’t shed my disguise

And let you inside of my insecurities

Or withdraw from my own fortresses safety



You know me, speaking rarely and indirectly

But, oh, how I long to speak so plainly

But, you know me, nerves got the best of me

And, you got what was left



I want to speak positively forcefully

Without hesitation

Without regard

Without consequence

And, only with truth

And, directly to you



You know me, speaking rarely

But, now with authority

Plainly and directly

Without having the best stolen from me

But, offering it freely to you