There is verity found
In the dwellers of your old home
That you are not what you own
Though you're not bound to what you dream

And I'm never minding to be told
That you're equal to the horse you hold
And you ought to send [bad word] 

I will be
part of on what I lean
At any given time
And if I'm [bad word] in my mind
Then I'm both [bad word] and kind

There's a cause
And it's easy to see you've not won
When you have only stuck to your guns
And your own [bad word] you're beating

Where there's gold
There's sweat that's shining off a horn
The darling's [bad word] you hear every morning
And that's what I'm taking with me

I will be
part of on what I lean
At any given time
And the view
The view will fall off again
Further from our mind

And I will be gone
part of what I leaned on
At any given time
And if I'm just the word love in my mind
Then I'm both [bad word] and kind
Anytime
And I will be part
Of