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Waimakariri
04:35
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Ko waimakariri te awa, te wahi ō te ngutu parore.
Kaore he Maunga, Kaore he iwi,
Kei te karanga mai,
te waiata ō te awa ki ahau.
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Measured in gold
07:44
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Do I know only land that is bought and sold?
Do I know only value that is measured in gold?
Do I chose the place that I call my home?
Or does it chose me?
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I still fall on you
04:39
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When doubts creep in and grow,
When a dark thought takes me low,
When I feel like I'm on my own I look to you.
When Heaven is a vain hope,
When your word is just a poem,
Divine intervention is just wishful thinking.
I still call to you
I still look to you
to the heavens in my distress as I struggle
I still yell at you
I still cry to you
I still fall on you...
When my faith is juvenile
When my belief is like a child
When my innocence is spurned I look to you
When arguments rise against me
When ideas build up around me
When my structures are pulled right down to their foundation
I still call to you
I still look to you
to the heavens in my distress as I struggle
I still yell at you
I still cry to you
I still fall on you...
I still fall on you...
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But a resource
05:33
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Am I just time?
Time to be spent?
Do I but toil?
To earn my way?
An unknown quantity,
A series of sunlight hours?
An unchosen beginning,
With an unknown end?
Am I just time, Running it's course?
Do I but earn? Am I but a resource?
What I was born with
And what I can earn
the luck of the draw
and what I can learn.
Am I an education
opportunity's result
a middle class investment
numb to my lack of contentment
Am I just what I have
running it's course
do I but earn
Am I but a resource
Am I but a wheel
in this great machine
Do I but spin here
within this my course
Am I but a resource?
Naught else but a resource?
Can I be sound
Can I be vision
adding nothing to industry
It neither looks nor listens
Can I be heart
Can I think and feel
because your currency is cold
and these colours in me are real
Am I colour and texture
sound and vision
though I work and toil
I will look and listen.
I am more than a unit,
part of something richer
a still small voice calling me
toward something bigger.
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No sight nor sound
10:01
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Am I trying to feel
06:04
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Am I trying to feel
or am I feeling
are my senses reeling
or are they dull?
Am I sad
Or am I sulking?
If there's no one watching
do I feel at all?
The long bleak sky
never ending
No patch of blue
to catch my eye
Big black cloud
full to bursting
hanging over
always waiting...
...never raining.
Am I trying to feel?
Is there more than this?
more than in between?
more than not quite there?
more than lost and unaware?
Am I more than numb
or just thought and reason
suggested feeling
an empty being
The long bleak sky
never ending
No patch of blue
to catch my eye
Big black cloud
full to bursting
hanging over
always waiting...
...never raining.
Am I trying to feel?
Huddled shoulders
a lonely perch
mist on the water
a lonely bird
emerging trees
no horizon
the silent river
travels on
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Room
cold grey room
lifeless walls
don't look there is nothing to see
absent dreams
dreams are free
seek the black solace of sleep
shrouded cross
silent face
inattentive in shadow
fear and doubt
uncertainty
familiar and yet so unknown
but then the shard
the lance of light....
attracting and repelling me
tiny ribbon
the crack in the shell
stirring my soul
fascinating terrifying.
Yes the light
calling to me...
turn
turn away
stay the same
don't look there is nothing to see
fear and doubt
uncertainty
safer than this call to change
But then the shard
warming my hand
my mind sees colour
there is more to me now
expose my soul
let the dead fall
embrace this new
vulnerable and visible
expose my soul
let the dead fall
my mind sees colour
there is more to me now
I either die here or there
and I want to know
there is naught to lose
in forsaking what's lost
I have nothing to lose in forsaking what's lost
there is nothing to lose in forsaking what's lost.
was it hope that beckoned me?
from the dark to the light.
was it faith that drew me out
from the cold cave?
was it love the straightened me?
turning me upward again?
looking to face the sun
ready to drink it in
Was it the truth that set me free
was it hope that beckoned me?
was it love that reached for me?
When in the dark I could not see?
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