In my bones
I feel the weight of every sigh
In my bones
Weep with you, every time you cry
In my bones
I want to save you from the storm
And I just thought that you might like to know
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To the core
I know the struggles of the day
To my core
The biting words that people say
To my core
I want to wash it all away
And I just thought that you would like to know
*
That - although it’s hard to see, there’s a lesson here, for free
I’ve been there, and this darkness ain’t the end
There comes a moment, and you’ll know it, when you’ve finally had enough
The light calling to you, will not be pushed away
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Hang on there
You have just about arrived
Hang on there
You will do way more, than survive
Hang on there
You are about to start your life
And I know that these are things, that you now know
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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