The chin is a cliff face avoiding fear
Look to the heavy rock fixed up there
Raindrops have fallen like seconds in minutes
wearing the rock face paler cracked and finite
It is not time or rain wearing you down
Counting those miles to work car bound
And those cents off your debt a pity
Your rent in the shimmering city
Your house in that valley
In the shadow that God made
You want to build another story
That might peak over the holy shade
Build again on the high hills
Virtue catch up follow still
tangled in those fences behind us
We jumped and they fell first
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