Does it burn

Does it burn
 
The land beneath your feet?
 
Does the heart of heart
 
Weaken strong legs, that know no sleep?
 
 
Does the chore
 
Of climbing mountains unheard
 
Make the grit of grinding teeth
 
Speak to one’s fleeting peace?
 
 
Oh so do I live with you
 
If in fact I’m in your shoes
 
Would you like to be as one?
 
When I bury a dangerous son?
 
 
Will you climb mountains yet unheard
 
They flag buglers to call the flock
 
And of them and those
 
whose feet dig with toes
 
Into a scene of
 
Marshall’s broad speak
 
 
Oh will that cast all doubt as to who
 
Is the last to shout
 
I am the one, too
 
Who makes things so
 
 
Who makes things so
 
And as long as one knows not to touch my toes
 
I will allow you to live
 
Within a pen like a pig
 
While I seek clouds
 
Held in honor of maybe my sin
 
Of my exalted one
 
Nominated to judge a person
 
So sung
 
 
And do so, no matter what
 
And do so, no matter what!
 
Does it burn, the land beneath your feet?

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