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Trail In The Dust

Throwing stones does no good,
When you’re trying to hit the sky;
Everything you ever followed,
Leaving you to cry.

I gave away, all my time
I gave away
I gave away, all my time

Picked up, I fall back down
Given hope, I’ll lose my ground

And you’ve been here all the time,
Wondering what you’ll find;
All you’re dreams have withered,
Leaving you behind.

I will chase my dreams no longer,
Wait around till it makes me dry;
Everything you ever followed,
Left you to cry.