No matter what you say, you see it every day,
It's all in front of you, it's inside you too,
It's really everywhere,
If you would only care to look inside the truth, there's so much living proof.
Rounded are the rocks upon the beach that take the pounding of the waves,
It never ceases, never stops,
The crashing sounds of thunderous water as it hits against the shore, only to pound once more.
Silently and safely quiet, far from shoreline battlefronts,
All is well, and no one thinks of danger ever lurking here,
Peaceful inlet, well protected,
The rocks are sharp and unaffected,
There's no pounding waves to round them, only bleeding feet have found them.
No matter what you say, you see it every day,
It's all in front of you, it's inside you too,
It's really everywhere,
If you would only care to look inside the truth, there's so much living proof.
Pounding is the heart that beats alone inside the soul, surrounded by a man's emotion and his thoughts,
While flesh and blood keep breathing life out of the air provided by the highest power sighted, sitting at the right of glory - have you ever heard the story?
Rounded are the rocks,
Pounding is the heart,
One of man, one of God.
Rounded are the rocks,
Pounding is the heart,
One of man, one of God,
Rounded are the rocks,
Pounding is the heart,
One of man, one of God,
Rounded are the rocks, (look into the truth)
Pounding is the heart, (thunderous water crashing)
One of man, one of God, (see it every day - have you ever heard the story?)
Rounded are the rocks, (rounded are the rocks)
Pounding is the heart, (pounding is my heart)
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