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No Regrets/No Sweat

Surfing the Waves Life Sprayed Out the Hose


Mounted on top of the mountain,

yelling at everything above and beneath me.

My pain is literally an undying fountain,

and here I can let the geysers free.

I’m out here alone,

and I’m not looking for home.

Just trying to rinse the fire from my hands,

find a soft pasture where I can stand.

The lake never dried,

the stones never fell.

The clouds never cried,

For I broke the well.

All that could matter,

past the gust I can’t fight.

Is how many mountains to shatter,

with a loud caliber of my might.

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