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The wandering soul came to the mountain to ask the master
“How am I to live my life?”, “Live life slow and things come faster.”
These hands have seen their share of liftin
Years spent pushin and pullin and in the sand siftin
No path to walk that leads the way
Figuring out tomorrow means leaving yesterday with no time for today

“What’s in a name? What can the lines in a face show?”
The lessons learned show the climb up is perilous as the fall going down below
True faith is something born of pain you get from the choices you make
The only regrets you’ll have are from the chances you didn’t take
Your knees get sore from nights spent prayin for all the things you need
But you’ll never know your livin’ til you walk outside and sweat and bleed

“What’s most important in this life? Why am I here?”
To laugh, to love, to cry, to conquer all your fears
To learn you won’t find God in written words but in the wiping of strangers tears
That trying only means you failed your first crack at adversity
Happiness comes when the mirror smiles and laughs unmercifully
You’ll never get far waiting years for when the dust finally clears

“What’s at the top, is it something good? I’ve traveled all this way.”
The master told the soul “with every darker night comes a brighter day”
Climbing up the mountainside the soul was bruised, beaten and broken
The only thing that kept it alive was thoughts of all the words that were spoken
At the top was an empty pot surrounded by night and snow on the ground
The sun rose, the soul chose to smile and tears filling the pot was the only sound