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The dreams that I keep in my Toboggan
Are the dreams that I wrote with my heart
Read them to know, that I'll finally go
To the land of adventure to slay the false start
To love for the sake of whoever you are
May the words I write while I'm bleeding
Be the words you hear in your dreams
May the still of the night, be the flick of a light
And the dark wakes up to be joy in the seams
Of the stitch of a light that I sew in your dreams
The secrets I keep in my toboggan
Are just dreams that are too big to share.
I sit in on the street, with no shoes on my feet
Counting all the folks with some light in their eyes
No one's looked up since last June or July
May the words I write while I'm broken
Be the song you sing to your sons.
May your daughters be free, of who we want them to be
May these kids learn the love of what it feels like to run
From the world built of blocks and bad taste for rum.
The confessions I keep in my toboggan
Are that of a boy with a knife.
I pray to my God, that he lovingly nods
When asked if the Grace has entered his life
Oh Lord, save the boy who still lives by his knife.
May the words I write while I'm running.
Be the words you remember me by.
When you're still for too long, and you wish for a song
May my dreams and secrets and confessions of life
Be the courage you need for wondering why
and follow your heart to stay here and fight
Or stick in the key and put it in drive.