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Shoulders (Lucas Austin)

Someone had stolen me And choked the life I crave On a pale horse he did ride And sing my songs I touched you then and feared That the dark would spread indeed And leave hollow shells of friends and strangers all But still I bore the gift of life, somehow And you'd ask me If my breast was filled with embers or with ash Was hope or but despair upon my crown Mother, sweet mother Don't you worry on your son For my heart contains a fire that shall burn long And I shall lay my head In the valley with my friends I'll quit my scheming ways and rest again Cause I shall lay my head On the shoulders of great men And live my life until it's honest end And so brick by brick I tell myself Oh, slowly build a home Anchor now before the storm rolls on Found a new Jerusalem and build your wailing wall But seek not the sea and life wandering alone Oh yes lay your head In the valley with your friends Oh quit your scheming ways and rest again Oh yes lay your head On the shoulders of great men And live your life until it's honest end Oh yes lay your head On the shoulders of great men And live your life until it's honest end.