Donna Beasley: Music

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I’m traveling on tree trunks, leaves are falling from my eyes
I’m pulling up roots while the ground around me dies
I’m headed down the valley where I can feel some sun on my face
Nothing thrives in the shadow cast o’er this place

I can’t get out unmolested
I raise my voice to protest it
But secrets deep and ancient settle in the crack
I’m leaving here with a mountain on my back

The air once was sweet as ether, intoxicating as wine
Now it burns my throat, leaves a bad taste behind

I can’t get out unmolested
I raise my voice to protest it
But secrets deep and ancient settle in the crack
I’m leaving here with a mountain on my back
I’m leaving here with a mountain on my back
I’m leaving here
I’m leaving here
I’m leaving here with a mountain on my back