About a place we did not think we would end up. About a home nonetheless, that sort of chose us. A place that chose us and a place that we could work on our own demons.
lyrics
This is our place where the broken come to collapse, to realign and start again. Looking ahead in search of safer harbors, a port in every storm, our shelter. In the middle of nowhere and nothing exists a place to rest my weary bones. Pacing riverside in the glow of the skyline lights, your flame ignites. Reminding me of the fires sparked, I come alive. It's not the place that bred me, but it's the place that shaped me. And though I leave a part of me in every city, I am whole amongst this family. We are our brother's and sister's keepers, bonded by struggles that we have endured, always in support of those that mean the most. This family in this place we have chosen is the strength to stand when worlds crash and we are giving up on ourselves. Here, I have found the closest thing that I have ever had to home.
credits
from Culling,
released December 6, 2018
Music by Joshua Barbee and Revisionist
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