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  1. Ten Years Ago

From the album Without, Within

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copyright 2017 by Kendra Swanson

Lyrics

When I look at myself, I wanna see what I got,
Not what I wanted ten years ago.
I had some dreams back then, but so much has happened, got no choice but to die or grow.
There's dreams for the taking,
dreams for the win,
dreams for the dying,
and dreams for the dead.
What won't serve me now must be buried along the road,
And its gonna either rot or grow.

Chicory and lace, growing in the ditches line the roads with blue and white,
And nobody planned it, or planted them in,
They're just weeds
with a lot of fight.
Some seeds take root,
some take to the wind,
some disappear,
but then come back again. (they come back again)
What won't serve me now must be buried along the road.
And its gonna either rot or grow.

Someday, I'll pick a bouquet,
when I'm old and gray.
What grew has bloomed in victory!
And the rest is dirt,
to nourish me.