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Blackwell - Almost Gifted lyrics
A man can scarcley choose his West When he with all his talents blessed Looks beyond the wall To a last desire, to a last desire With faith in each ability He turns his hands quite willingly To scale each wall And claim each golden spire His ego soon to bring him woes Becomes to him his worst of foes When he gives his best and fails Time and again, time and again So bitterly his pride abused He sees a skeptic all amused And he turns away From searching eyes, a friend No one to show which way to turn He only knows he's tried to learn And now he sees his work Through scornful eyes When akwardly he stands to see One careless touch of artistry From someone else, oh Will it take his prize And he with throne all powdered And eyes of blistering stripes of hurt And tries with hiding hands His wounds to bind, his wounds to blind He vainly thinks his victory near And pushes back a knowing fear To a hollow ringing place He's called his mind Was this his destiny from birth To be most cursèd of the cursed And almost gifted Just a child of time Who's beads have strapped him in his strung Should break the thread from which they hung And close the gates of hope One final time, one final time |
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