Samuel Kinsella - Summerlings

Set down on the stage I had chosen
Far for me as it called for emotion
That’s what I needed then
With a word my life had changed
I sang a song to the old man
In the calm hand of the ocean
Then it came to me again
Sowing seeds to wash away my pain
You know
It’s not a fate that’s fueled by faith
Nor a face left in the clay
I am what makes me
Saw the wreck in the open ocean
Waking up in the eye of the storm
And if I can’t recall my name
I will have died in vain
And as the day grows older
Setting fires to keep us warm
A sudden sunset I remember
Irradiating what remains
It’s not a fate that’s here to stay
We're made of only what we've made
Well I am what makes me
My hands on the wheel
The sculptor works in steel
As will I, my eye on what I am
And what I can be
Maybe I’ll stay for a while

Written by:
Samuel KInsella

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