Stitches and Seams

Sometimes it's so heavy it sinks like a stone
 Into the pocket of my ragged coat
 And just as in life I walk outside alone
 To the place where the trees are 500 years old
 I'm critical, cynical, say what I mean
 I'll find the gray underneath all the green
 Cause it thrives in the salt of the earth, just between
 The lives of the hopeful in stitches and seams
 If I can't speak my mind, then what can I leave behind?
 One fingerprint cannot survive in the dust
 The strongest inventions will all turn to rust
 The wisest intentions can't live without trust
 If life is a story, what's out there waiting for us?
 Sometimes it's so bright that it burns up the dark
 The state of the world and the state of your heart
 You fight your whole life, yet it tears you apart
 But wildfires are born from the tiniest spark
 If I can't speak my mind, then what can I leave behind?
 One fingerprint cannot survive in the dust
 The strongest inventions will all turn to rust
 The wisest intentions can't live without trust
 If life is a story, what's out there waiting for us?
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 If I can't speak my mind, then what can I leave behind?
 One fingerprint cannot survive in the dust
 The strongest inventions will all turn to rust
 The wisest intentions can't live without trust
 If life is a story, what's out there waiting for us?