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The Rise

Adam Mann


We’re washed up on beaches
so cold now despite
all that I promised you
before I understood
that something had stopped
you believing.

These words that I’ve said
I can see looking back
why did I limit them
to that which I might

really lay down for you
to that which I might
build for the two of us
from things that have strength in them
much stronger than words
I needed you to show me
that you really wanted to
That you had some faith in me
And then what you’d see
I’d drag myself up to be
That which I know I am
What’s weighing us down
We’d cast off like stones

One by one go our troubles
And this boat is lighter
we’d make it across
but not on my faith alone
you didn’t believe me and I
wonder why now
my promises still
are made from such simple
things

like love and like trust and the moon still swings over us
like love and like trust and the moon still swings over us

just where it belongs
and it swings over all
of our hopes and our fears.

our diamonds in New York
our walks by the river
And the tide rushes
in to drag us apart.

But a life parallel to ours
was born on the day
That you thought it easier
to just not believe

It rode there beside us
At least for a while
But it left us behind then
to show us the place

where we slipped and we fell from
the high cliffs above
into dark water cold, unforgiving

in its virtual wake we
find ourselves beaten
forced under the breakers
and dragged out to sea

and there we are washed up
on these cruellest of beaches
to freeze in the morning
and to count what we’ve lost

this is just one path
on the cliff that we walk along
it’s forked off before now
it’ll fork off again

I know you have doubts that
your mind it keeps changing
but I see a warm place
just over the rise.

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