Hard things make themselves easy
Like generosity becomes greedy
I'm needy, but I'm starting to see
The low
Down
The secret of the stars:
You can't taste it till
You eat it
Once you see it you can't
Unsee it
So trust
The ground
Of becoming
The lower education
The bad situation
The time of preparation
The place of formation
The source
Of new creation
It's a lower education
Like a sickness from the medication
Things hurt so they won't
I'm with someone to learn to be alone
Be alone to know you're known
Slow
Down
Take your time
It's that lower education
It's that lower education
So go
Down
It comes in time
The well of desire
It's the inner choir
It's not copper, it's iron
The more it burns, the brighter
The motions are automatic
The emotions are autocratic
Words and music by Brody Bond. © Brody Bond. All rights reserved.