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Poem: Tides of the moon, they ebb and they flow Weeds of consciousness, ever growing so slow Weights of his consciousness, never quite letting go Deep within his soul, a sorrow he cannot show. Song: Verse 1: As the moon rises and the night falls, The tides fall in and shadows crawl. Weeds of his consciousness entwine, Weights of his soul wring out of time. Chorus: Moody and heavy, he carries on Wishing and hoping, that one day he'll be strong. Tides of the moon sweep in like a flood, Weeds of his consciousness, darker than mud. Verse 2: Depression it drags him down, A tide of sorrow, though the light he can't drown. Weeds of his consciousness, choking his mind, Weights of his soul bearing down from behind. Chorus: Moody and heavy, he carries on Wishing and hoping, that one day he'll be strong. Tides of the moon sweep in like a flood, Weeds of his consciousness, darker than mud. Bridge: From the darkness a glimmer of hope, For his conscious there's still a rope. Tugging and pulling, sadness aside, He can fight the weeds and the tides. Chorus: Moody and heavy, he carries on Wishing and hoping, that one day he'll be strong. Tides of the moon sweep in like a flood, Weeds of his consciousness, darker than mud.
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Poem: Tides of the moon, they ebb and they flow Weeds of consciousness, ever growing so slow Weights of his consciousness, never quite letting go Deep within his soul, a sorrow he cannot show. Song: Verse 1: As the moon rises and the night falls, The tides fall in and shadows crawl. Weeds of his consciousness entwine, Weights of his soul wring out of time. Chorus: Moody and heavy, he carries on Wishing and hoping, that one day he'll be strong. Tides of the moon sweep in like a flood, Weeds of his consciousness, darker than mud. Verse 2: Depression it drags him down, A tide of sorrow, though the light he can't drown. Weeds of his consciousness, choking his mind, Weights of his soul bearing down from behind. Chorus: Moody and heavy, he carries on Wishing and hoping, that one day he'll be strong. Tides of the moon sweep in like a flood, Weeds of his consciousness, darker than mud. Bridge: From the darkness a glimmer of hope, For his conscious there's still a rope. Tugging and pulling, sadness aside, He can fight the weeds and the tides. Chorus: Moody and heavy, he carries on Wishing and hoping, that one day he'll be strong. Tides of the moon sweep in like a flood, Weeds of his consciousness, darker than mud.
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