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last of the warriors - a poet nomad ali lyrics

everyday is a struggle, her heart’s been broken
mine has too, so we cross the ocean
holding hands in our dreams, ripped at the seams
where we once held on, for our love’s devotion
time is the enemy, as we grow older
every wound that we’ve suffered, heals much slower
we glance in the mirror, and youth is over
pride took over, friends are nowhere
fallen like loose change in the sofa’s cushion
a call on the cell phone to say it’s over
say it slower, so i can hold on to the hate you shouldered
the weight that you placed on my heart is loathsome
now i must carry it, until i grow some
and can separate myself from that emotion
i can never let myself remain broken
the pain is my memory’s token

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i’m the last of the warriors, last of the mohicans
i’m finding my truth is blinding, i’m seeking
a route to the waterfall, climbing in sequence
aligning the creatures, earth and amoebas

my notebook, filling it with lyrics, k!lling it with spirit
a message in a bottle and i hope that someone hear it
i can’t bear it, hesitation, i wait, i pivot
i’m p-ssing, they ask and i’m giving
i gotta share the p-ssion, outlasting the minutes
this is real life, yo, it’s more than a scrimmage
travel to my limits, like a pilgrim on a mission
to find self, my mistakes, i hope are forgiven
leave a legacy for my children to visit
instead of just a prison where their taught that ambitions
wither like the pedals of a rose when you sniff it
is it just me or are we missing?
aall the things that really matter? just a question
investing my time in the minutes, revisit the past
and i listen, see what i can learn in the trenches
every moment is precious

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fighting the demons, mighty are heathens
blinding are reasons, not to succeed
and i’m hiding in seasons, my time is to rise
like the ancient of grecians, the pieces? pick em up
exciting, i’m leaving the doubt, the hate?
you can keep it, where i’m headed, i don’t need
if your infertile mind can even conceive it
believe it, our soul been mistreated
tricked to believe in a lie and our weakness
but i’m the last of the warriors, last of mohicans
finding my truth is blinding, i’m seeking
the route to the waterfall, climbing in sequence
aligning the creatures, earth and amoebas
the cells, the atoms, the airing of grievance
is not why we’re meeting, to fight our own demons
slay them, get even, between them we find there is freedom

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- a poet nomad ali lyrics

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