many miracles

and it's been twenty something years

growing up upon this planet

tryin' to learn the way the world turns

and how i'm going to manage

without carrying a ton

and get to bandage up the damage

heart made of flesh but my head is made of granite rock

i'm just a man in a box

except i got a couple of windows and a door that locks

and a chair where i sit and collect my thoughts

unless i come home and find me a

the grizzly bear that didn't get no sleep

now he's standing high on two feet

but the forest just barren the city

it's the only place left

populated by humans consuming 'til they face death

all with their different beliefs on who has made them

what does life mean? what's the right thing?

and when you die are you leaving or arriving?

i take a breath and feel the high just from surviving

i know you're asking of your life what does it all mean

i know i'm asking when i write what does it all mean

these trees grown upon the ground just to all breathe

and you're trying to name the god creating all things

i know you're asking of your life what does it all mean

i know i'm asking when i write what does it all mean

these trees grown upon the ground just to all breathe

and you're trying to name the god creating all things

shaman

shaman

shaman

shaman