Fidelity to suspected values
An endless Western trope
Holding on to long lost views
And forlorn human hope

Sticking picks and pedals click
With upper and lower case
You know it as you find the bits
And a new song grows in place

The humming of the passers-by
The leaves flap in the breeze
The metaphors that give us life
And take it when they please

We'll only know our own dark part
If we strain against the gravity
But with every echo in our heart
We mirror our souls' fidelity

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