THE STORM

Making a living has a way of killing men
The lungs keep breathing but the soul suffocates within
There is nothing new under the sun, it's all the same
We need revival 'cause survivals a losing game

Am I fighting the good fight, am I on the run?
Am I chasing vanity, or doing what needs to be done?

A man must always have something to conquer, a woman to fight for, a war to be waged.
We are born for the storm. Risk all and rebel, to live hard and die well is why we were made.

I've seen an evil that overcomes us all
The backs of good and wicked men are both against the wall
What then shall we do when we are destined for the dust?
We'll dig our feet into the earth and roll them sleeves up

No matter our station, wages, or trade,
Our labor is loving. It's a worth way to spend all our days.

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This life's a vapor that quickly escapes
 My love, my hate, my memory will soon be erased
So let's breathe in this vapor and drink this sea dry
Do and dare greatly 'til our last day arrives

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