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Gravity comes sinking in

You think you've escaped right when it comes crashing down

You never see it coming

The moment you think your running's long behind you

Well, it creeps back in

Now, I'm not one for crying over spilt milk

For fingering through the silt to find something worth my effort

I just haven't that inside of my soul

Cause, I'd rather hold a dull rock and know

It won't shine brighter for someone other than own myself

So, when it comes raining down

Gold and silver, treasures set within a king or queen's crown

I'd rather take my chances in the wilderness

Callous my hands and skin knees and get through by my own efforts

Until they split the clouds above me

Been running through the autumn leaves

Turning my heart to stone in the winter's freeze

Thawing slowly in the blooming spring

And, feeling life boil again in the summer heat

But, the one constant

My inability to escape gravity from sinking further in