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(Verse 1) They say I came to life when I was born dead, a twisted rope of fate around my neck. At two, a ghost was in the room, with a protector's shadow in his drug-fueled haze, a silent screaming I've always known. Cages they called hospitals, before they knew my name, they thought my mind was fire, but all they did was add to the flame. From the torture and experimentation, to the hands of my child care giver, The memory of what they did, used to make me shiver. My skin remembers every wire, every pipe that made me bleed, from hands that should have nurtured, a poisonous and wicked seed. (Chorus) My life is a river of ghosts and good-bys, a penumbra between earth and sky. I'm a garden of wild roses, growing from shattered stone. The whispers of the lost still give their resonance to me, but my roots run deep in the soil of every scar, for the world to see. (Verse 2) At eleven, I learned the cold, hard truth of a sudden end, Don was stolen from this world, a final prayer from a best friend. The next year, Mike became a hero's story, a knife in the dark, a sacrifice for a stranger, leaving a hole where my heart had been, a permanent mark. That same year, a four-legged brother, Bonzi, a death of which became nightmares, a pain we long carried, a truth we never spoke. Then TJ, on my thirteenth birthday, his heart just gave away, leaving me with a darkness I couldn't outrun, a debt I couldn't pay. (Chorus) My life is a river of ghosts and good-byes, a penumbra between earth and sky. I'm a garden of wild roses, growing from shattered stone. The whispers of the lost still give their resonance to me, but my roots run deep in the soil of every scar, for the world to see. (Bridge) In 2011, baptism washed away the pain, and I found a moment's peace. The cancer came for my aunt, in 2018 to 2019, and my soul fell to its knees. The darkness came and took me in its grasp, and my mind started to fade, I almost lost it all in that cold place, a sin with the devil that I made. I walked out a different man, a lost stranger in my own skin, with dog Moshi's ghost waiting, his gentle eyes I could still feel within. My body ached with sorrow, my heart ached with stress, the ghosts of fentanyl and cancer stealing all my happiness. (Chorus) My life is a river of ghosts and good-byes, a penumbra between earth and sky. I'm a garden of wild roses, growing from shattered stone. The whispers of the lost still give their resonance to me, but my roots run deep in the soil of every scar, for the world to see. (Outro) Buster gone to cancer like his brother Moshi, Tommy gone like Jay Jay, other dear ones departed, The troubles have only just gotten started. And now my mother's health is fading, another life lost to the cancerous disease, my own heart failing, fighting against the final breeze. My grandma soon to follow, with my health as is i may too, Everything seems dark and blue. But a hauntingly beautiful truth echoes, a promise that I keep, that even in the deepest sorrow, there are futures I can still reap. For God sent Quin, Ola, Doug and Steve to give me strength, to pull me from the wreckage, and to go to any length. My life is a symphony of grief and grace, and the struggle to remain, a testament to the storms, and the triumph over all the pain. I know in the end, it will all be well, for My Shepard and my God hold my future.....