Red Clay کے بول

Today I woke from a dream of self-imposed suffering I was clawing my way up a red-clay mountain Blistering Sun My sweat soaking my clothing Question myself: Why keep going? Over my shoulder were towering trees Their rustling branches summoning me To a parallel trail, one not so steep Offering shelter, offering ease Red clay We don't have to do this the hard way So, I take a deep breath and turn to be brave Harvest the fruits of being afraid Take a deep breath and turn to be brave Harvest the fruits of being afraid Take a deep breath and turn to be brave Harvest the fruits of being afraid Red clay We don't have to do this the hard way Red clay We don't have to do this the hard way