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We've left our homes,
for the dusty road,
though it weighed us down,
to go.

Now, see, burning in the sun,
fire in our bellies.

Today ate us up,
and never chewed.
Though we still rolled along, cause 'a you.

The change that we don't see,
is happening to me
though you are watching.

It is cold, it is dark,
in the big black heart,
of the wood, of the hill,
at our home.

We are all, all but left,
in a wit un-breath.
We are all of the pack,
in the fire.

It is green, it is damp,
by the burning lamp,
of the woods, of the hills,
of our homes.

Oh, how I long, for the things I have,
for the burden I don't own.

Do I know, how to please your head
pour the contents back, that are spilling from my
back.

the day is long, and the spark won't call
No saw, in the chest.

It is cold, it is dark,
in the big black heart,
of the wood, of the hill,
at our home.

We are all, all but left,
in a wit un-breath.
We are all of the pack,
in the fire.

Oh you, the husband of the wife,
I know you are watching.
Oh you, the husband of the wife,
I know you are watching.

Hill at Our Home - Psapp

Psapp + 5 hours + Photoshop + Day off of School = THIS.

I have 40 songs by Psapp now as of today yesssss. <333

Also, this turned out COMPLETELY DIFFERENT from how I had envisioned it! But cooler. xD Cement carvings are fun to draw. As well as cloudghosts and candles and cats.

Notice they all start with a C

that's because C is a cool letter

haha

cool

Description
Details

We've left our homes,
for the dusty road,
though it weighed us down,
to go.

Now, see, burning in the sun,
fire in our bellies.

Today ate us up,
and never chewed.
Though we still rolled along, cause 'a you.

The change that we don't see,
is happening to me
though you are watching.

It is cold, it is dark,
in the big black heart,
of the wood, of the hill,
at our home.

We are all, all but left,
in a wit un-breath.
We are all of the pack,
in the fire.

It is green, it is damp,
by the burning lamp,
of the woods, of the hills,
of our homes.

Oh, how I long, for the things I have,
for the burden I don't own.

Do I know, how to please your head
pour the contents back, that are spilling from my
back.

the day is long, and the spark won't call
No saw, in the chest.

It is cold, it is dark,
in the big black heart,
of the wood, of the hill,
at our home.

We are all, all but left,
in a wit un-breath.
We are all of the pack,
in the fire.

Oh you, the husband of the wife,
I know you are watching.
Oh you, the husband of the wife,
I know you are watching.

Hill at Our Home - Psapp

Psapp + 5 hours + Photoshop + Day off of School = THIS.

I have 40 songs by Psapp now as of today yesssss. <333

Also, this turned out COMPLETELY DIFFERENT from how I had envisioned it! But cooler. xD Cement carvings are fun to draw. As well as cloudghosts and candles and cats.

Notice they all start with a C

that's because C is a cool letter

haha

cool