Deepest Part of Me

We are not made of stone
we're half way there and half way gone
we bend and believe

in the strength of the light, in the signs we receive;
and we are not careful clear
we struggle on from year to year
and on the waves of our fate
we drift like the boat that has anchored too late

but I'm not alone
in the force of this wildest unknown
for she is the deepest part of me
she is the deepest part of me

We do not have the truth to tell
some have flown while others fell
and what seemed to be right
now darkens our way and clouds in our sight;
and we do not have the eyes to see
the magic and the mystery
and the place that they fill
that allows us to sleep so silent and still

CHORUS
--And when resolution seems so far away
--time always turns into the light of day

And see me when I lose the place
stumble blindly, fall from grace
we're filled with the need
to shout out aloud, to follow, to lead;
and we are not made of stone
we're half way there and half way gone
but we bend and believe
in the strength of the light and the signs we receive

CHORUS

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