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Those Who Seek Shall Find (2012)
 
The only berries left on the tree
I've been told, 
"too poisonous to eat."
But I imagine them to be
so sweet.
I don't think one would hurt me.
And like the day, it dawned on me:
it is what it is.
 
I cannot give you water.
My well is dry,
but if you stay in my corner,
I'll find something to dine.
 
And when all is said,
don't let the doubt ricochet in your head.
And try as you might
for things to remain the same,
I feel this tide ever so
pulling me in.
 
Feeling uneasy myself.
Inside is the riptide,
never making up its mind!
I'm on this wild ride.
See wide 3 eyes open and unafraid.
 
 
And when all is said,
don't let the doubt ricochet in your head.
And try as you might
for things to remain the same,
I feel this tide ever so
pulling me in.
Pulling me in!
 
Oh, was that a dream or reality?
I'm telling you, I'm telling you now:
Golden, it's been golden,
but that one little black spot!
 
Believe or not,
I'm destitute for pocket change.
In life, I welcome the strange.
Think about the possible positives.
You know it matters what you give.
And when in doubt, 
I clear my mind and lead myself.
You know I always find a way.
I feel a storm brewin' underneath.
It is not violent,
it's familiar to me.
Never mind the burden of civil things,
I am so light I might as well have wings.
Never mind the burden of civil things,
I am so light I might as well have wings.
 
In the wake of the morning,
got the mane -- lion of the sun!
If you listen,
your gut will tell you where you want to go,
go, go, go,
a whoa whoa whoa
 
 
Believe or not,
I'm destitute for pocket change.
In life, I welcome the strange.
Think about the possible positives.
You know it matters what you give.
And when in doubt, 
I clear my mind and lead myself.
You know I always find a way.
I feel a storm brewin' underneath.
It is not violent,
it's familiar to me.
Never mind the burden of civil things,
I am so light I might as well have wings.
Never mind the burden of civil things,
I am so light I might as well have wings.
 
I'm curious
of the birthplace of this caged freedom.
And who you need to cross a path with,
you'll meet 'em.
 
Oh, your gut will tell you where you want to go,
go, go, go,
a whoa whoa whoa
 
I'm tryna stoke this life with force.
Where's my fire?
It's blue.
My fire knows when to grow,
and when to hold
its power.
 
 
© 2012 MOXA