We swam through the shallow debts of our souls, looking for a shore far from home
With new exposures and new sets of frames, for those were the things wrong, the things we blamed
We were ashamed of our individual histories, hoping to create this unfamiliar, improved past
We didn’t realize we had to find the roots to understand the growth through branches
Our climates changed and we were not prepared
Your hurricanes blew up my soul into pieces and my dramatic earthquakes shook you up to real
So I took my mirrors of pasts and set them up for a new reflection
My boots are made out of the best leather and will walk to another weather
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