There's a path carved in the woods

And a new beauty stands where the old one stood

I am young and I have my ways

Oh, good world thanksgiving for change

Each moment arrives and two side emerge

I'll choose my best and forsake the worst

Imagine the world one hundred years gone

Accept the pain heard in their songs

Dead and gone from the mines

Hearing love from mountain cries

Each memory won't survive

but there will be remembrance of life
I found the bad and I found the good

Like I would I stood where I stood

I drifted to my joys at hand

Fuck all the naysayers, I take that back

I love you all in small amounts

Sunoco, the forest, who says what counts?
Who cares if cowboys don't roam the land?

Value the thought of a bird in the hand

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