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An Innocence, A Naivety
04:43
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I was born this morn in the clouds,
In the forest, oh, the mounts!
They were Islands in the sea.
Sea of fog, rim so pink
Then the sun came ushering retreat,
And the dawn sang of the day we were to meet
I laughed and played in the rivers of the autumn sun,
With only dreams of wars to be won,
And constellations; oh I'm sure
That the stars are holes in heaven's floor.
With not the slightest notice of time,
I know my youth will ever be mine.
I was born with wings, enthralled by everything.
Pardon, I'm not wise,
But expecting all surprise.
I closed my eyes with the thought that I could live in the shade
Of stories I've heard, stories I've made.
When Luna whispers, I hear my name
And knock upon the door of the coming days.
In my dreams with wings I glide,
Imagination faithful by my side.
I was born with wings, enthralled by everything.
Pardon, I'm not wise….
I was born with wings, amazed by everything.
Pardon, I'm not wise,
But I keep an open eye.
I'm unfamiliar with a storm's passion, but I’m ready to take it on.
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A Warning Breath
00:54
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First Rain
04:38
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Rain taps at the ground. I wonder what's that sound,
Growling overhead?
There's a grey marching o'r the sun;
The air is warm, an interruption has begun.
Leaves waver at the sigh of a warning breath, a mourning cry.
What is this that howls?
There's a fear riding on the breeze;
Like the beasts before I think it's time that I retreat.
What is this?
Thunder marres the silence;
Lightning scars the air.
Rain drums as the ground. Thunder's shout resounds
Through this shattered air.
My heart sprints as I run.
My mind is fear; O Lord, I am undone.
What is this?
Thunder marres the silence;
Lightning scars the air.
Thunder marres my laughter
Lighting scars the air.
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A Story to Tell
02:40
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I made it out from beneath its arms,
Freed from the shadow, oh I can see the stars.
Gather ‘round friends; I’ve a vict’ry in my belt,
And now I’ve got a story to tell.
I can spread my wings,
Heavy-laden with the rain;
...Shake the water off,
Oh! Can I fly again?
I made it out from beneath a spell,
And now I’ve got a story to tell.
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It's here; it's back again, the curtain's spread, I brace like my demise.
Right here; The strike again, I'm still alone, I'm still trusting my eyes.
--And all they see is restless skies;
My vision's blocked by this passionate surprise.
It's here; Its chase relents, my legs move slow, my mind is lost to fear.
Right here; The clap again, I'm still afraid, I'm still trusting my ears.
--And a ringing loud is all they hear;
In the silence of a solitude so sheer.
Are my breaths so numbered? Do I owe a debt to thunder so strong? --I can't.
Can I ever fight this? I can barely keep these clenched fists anymore.
Here beneath this dark splendor, to resist, or to surrender my control.--To give up.
I can't do this on my own.
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Curtain's Drawn Away
02:02
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With fists unfurled, with new eyes blinking, I'm awake; I'm awake.
Oh, to see clear! The curtain's drawn away, if but for now.
When wandering winds are traveling through with their watercloud companions, I'll watch the trees wave and waiver; I've got no mind to speak out loud.
Like my own, the branches break, the trunk moves in uncertain dance; How strong, how true with the roots prove against the wind? Against the squall?
With fists unfurled, with hands at my side, I'm aware, I understand; If but for now.
I'm coming home to a peace under a restless sky,
Crashing sky; Beautiful lighting sky.
He is here.
My fearless friend;
My reckless end;
My helper friend.
What hand have I on the path of stormclouds? When they come, where they go?
I know I glide on wings not mine, not by my own breath but His.
'Content' is a word I rarely see, It hides behind a swirling wind, but I feel it now; With open hands I bear in mind I am no force alone.
I'm coming home to a friend under a restless sky,
Crashing sky; wonderful lighting sky.
He is here.
Surely He is not safe,
But He's my safety.
So water come wash, hydrate and rave;
Clouds come on, come what may;
I pray not for a storm for these roots,
But for roots to match this storm.
Give me roots to stand this storm;
Give me roots to stand this beautiful storm.
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I've no hand in the things that happen,
But I struggle and I fight;
Oh fearless friend are you here with me,
In my slightest of might?
I've no hand in the things that happen,
But I try to be so bold;
What timeless trend when I turn to
My mythical control.
I tried, I can't.
I give up.
I've no hand in the things that happen,
But so faithful to forget;
Dear faithful friend, I betrayed you,
I tried to be alone again.
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Author,
02:51
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Rainfall. Misty ground. --An exhale breath of thunder.
Rainfall. Hissing sound. --And Testimony thunder.
Rainfall. Misty ground. --And I alone am nothing.
Rainfall. Hissing sound. --And I can muster nothing.
Author, you write even my faith.
Shelter. I know that I'm safe.
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Shelter
03:06
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Jacob Goins Brasstown, North Carolina
Jacob Goins is a poet who dresses his words in delicate melody, carefully designed. Born and raised in the Appalachians,
Jacob fashions folk music that shares the gentleness, the rise and fall, and the golden peacefulness of the North Carolina mountains.
In every humble effort, he strives to make art that doesn’t sing over the quiet, but rather sings with it.
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