Zane SAZ - Youth/Growing Up lyrics

Zane SAZ How are you gon' tell me, You have never lost so, Fingertips won't hold you close, dealing with my loss and.. I was growing on my own I was boxing on my own No longer on my own You're already gone so Praise my love and let me go Phases when I kept you close Promise you'll hold onto those Damn you was right f** it, I tried The worlds falling down around us Kojey Radical Your arms will never be to short to box with god. To the mighty heartbeat thumping dormant as you slumber The earth will tell your story as taught to you by the village you were raised by. Your finger tips will contort as you begin to conduct symphony on the heart strings of everyone who will ever place their love in side you. You eyes will beam looks of confusion then back to excitement as you discover the earth moves in your stomach, you will smile when you discover your mother will have to clean it up. Your eyes will beam brighter the day you discover everything she gave to give you life. You will grow to wrap your strength around her sheltering her as if to pay homage to time spent in her womb. You will push with ease the boulders your fathers struggled to move. You will throw to him with same power it will take shift the sun. And his eyes will beam. And his mouth will speak the words of wisdom that his fathers teach. These words will run like liquid and you will take to the waters like a starved sponge. You will hear your mothers praises and sing them back when times are testing. You will hear the village sing for you. For you are loved, your innocence to be marvelled your touch so delicate it could remove the wings of a bu*terfly with a slight of hand. Your voice so powerful it moves, and we will hush your tears we will guide your steps. We will watch you crawl and uplift you when you fall. We will watch you walk and wait with bated breath to see you run. Because Your arms will never be to short to box with god. To the mighty heartbeat thumping dormant as you slumber The earth will tell your story as taught to you by the village you were raised by.