State I - Invitation
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on trodden ground I flee
knocking at my eyes
I sense this breath, a ghost
taking me to seecan't shake this dream
rain hits my sleeve
I stand alone
take her hand and goI can't remember
this sordid tender
that took me places
this last Novemberthis is no languid dream
your inner root and tree
I'm here to set them free
walk with me and seeadventure lies within
your proposition intrigues
but first I ask:
why have you come for meto show this dream as life
would have it now?
this trodden path, unknown
knocking at my futureunveiled by the ghost
take her hand and go
let's shake my being
rain waits our coatlet's stand together
take her hand and goI can't remember
this sordid tender
that took me places
this last Novembermy friend and mentor
show me the faster
way to this pasture
walk with me and see