Red Clay
The Crane Wives
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Today I woke from a dream of self-imposed suffering
I was clawing my way up a red-clay mountain
Blistering Sun
My sweat soaking my clothing
Question myself: Why keep going?
Over my shoulder were towering trees
Their rustling branches summoning me
To a parallel trail, one not so steep
Offering shelter, offering ease
Red clay
We don't have to do this the hard way
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So, I take a deep breath and turn to be brave
Harvest the fruits of being afraid
Take a deep breath and turn to be brave
Harvest the fruits of being afraid
Take a deep breath and turn to be brave
Harvest the fruits of being afraid
Red clay
We don't have to do this the hard way
Red clay
We don't have to do this the hard way