I'm sitting on the track looking upon the field.
My dog is running he won't yield.
I'm thinking about how I can build.
Break the locks that's sealed.
Now I'm healed I can feel
Good
And there he stood
Takeing the fruit he peals
Peals away the pain
Spills another stain
Up the hill I strain
Keeping my emotions in a frame.
Life ain't a game
Lift my spirits like a crane
Up the hill I aim
Its a deal a thrill
You can feel.
Feeling bill
Overspilling real
Stealing the chill
I faced December with will
No longer Ill
I came to feel
I...