In the spring
Uncovering
Painful edges
Lingering
Natural pace
Finding its place
Natural pace
By my throne
A stone
Rough and raw
On its own
Once revealed
My cave
Won't be taken
By the wave
I would face an empty void
Insecure and paranoid
Hopeless fight
Out of sight
Wrong direction
When I'm right
Worn and beaten
Curved by the tide
Calm rock by my side
It will be bruised
It will get tough
Might be hidden
Might get lost
Never hard to find
Never left behind
I can let my sorrows die
I can let my vision fly
Always there
Still on guard
Got my back
With no regard
Got my back
With no regard