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Grizzly WindingRoad

I am four thousand degrees, only the precious metals could withstand.
I am the body of a leper, as I fall apart I stay as one.
I am my own destiny, shattered glass castle rebuilt.
I am fortunate and beyond recognition as the moon when it's new.

I am not a voice in the chorus, I stand apart.
I am not the rotted tree trunk, festered and gone.
I am not some hermit's twisted soul, walls up and over.
I am not only one being, there is a multitude inside.

Give me one ounce of hope and I'll never hold my breath again.
Show me two hands that are gold and then cover the Sun.
Tell me three words that spin webs in my heart.
Lead me four ways and I'll find my way out.