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04-Inside

As we walk along the path
my forhead getting damp
in the heat

my legs into the ground
the rythm in the pound
of my feet

The wind through the trees
the birds and the wheeze
of my breath

My mind start to wander
my childhood, my life
my death

I am Inside,
I am Inside,
I am Inside,

In the evening when we rest
I stare into the crest
of the fire

My family, my mate
and the ones that I love
and admire

Then an ant climbs my foot
as it sizes me up
for a fight

Tomorrow we'll be gone
and he'll be his hill
safe and tight

But
I am Inside,
I am Inside
I am Inside