"Cursed with a gifted mind" by George Ingram

Cursed with a gifted mind

I was too caught up with my own graves
Maybe a little too tied to things that will never
That will never appear
Ooh, I need to stop my mind

I follow a trail to another destination
and still end up where I should be
still end up being carried by the stream
Ooh, I need to stop my mind

So distracted by bygones
I sold my gold plated with bronze
What’s the point?
Oh, what’s the point?

CHORUS:
Many after my second chance
there is another one I came to claim
We waste our feathers on ink and writing instead of flying

Sometimes I forget to live
when I avoid events of dying
I forget to look sometimes
I only knew the clouds were there
when I saw the thunder

Overwhelmed by signs
don’t know which one to follow
Don’t know which way to go
But I had to, I had to choose

CHORUS

BRIDGE:
It’s so easy to make it hard for yourself
Just have to stop your mind from time to time

CHORUS

Shadows of a thousand sparrows beneath my feet
but when I look up there are no birds to see
neither an empty sky
I just have to figure out why

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