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Make me harder, make me strong If you're right then prove me wrong I am light, I am a song I've been at this for so long Do you remember how we used to stand each morning On the most beautiful spot on the whole island where You could look out into the fog and not know where it Ended and the sea began, and hear but not see gulls We’d stand close together to share the umbilical Headphones that never left my ears and argue that rock Must be the past, for hip-hop is the future or else That Diddy is a moron and Bono surely god Until the bus came around to carry us away Find my hands tied, find me down Find me dressed dark green and brown As a child I walked along Paths that made me hard and strong On a stage two decades on we'll wax nostalgic for The songs that brought the feelings that we can only get Now, from alcohol, and love affairs, and incidents With border guards, or standing upon a stage before Presidents and kings and such, from standing ovations And industry awards...and I'll tell you how the songs Were a much more efficient way of hitting that high And you'll laugh, and we'll carry on with saving the world And put the memory of the most beautiful spot On the whole island back in the box where we left it. In the morning, walk me home I can't find my way alone I've been hard and stumbled on Weakness isn't always wrong.

I hand out justice from a throne In a woodland hall draped in gold The walls open to allow a brook That runs through, where I dip my hand When long days unrest my heart The rushes give me shade In this land, I am the shade It dwells in shadow of this throne Encompass the towns in my heart Enclosed by gates of gold Steady eyes and steady hand What I’ve built will not break. In the morning watch the dawn break Turn the moors to a brighter shade Cover my eyes with one hand And in the other clutch the throne Slipping slowly, tarnished gold Steady hands, steady heart. If I could, by luck or art Twist the land along my brook And drape every house in gold Bring the cities into my shade And sit the people on my throne To this I’d turn my hands. Steady eyes, but such weak hands Steady feet, but slowing heart I only slump across the throne And clench my laws, lest they break My whole life now leans to shade And all I have is gold. The country can be bought and sold But I won’t break it with my hands When I pass into the shade I’ll take my broken heart Where the river leaves the brook There I’ll leave my throne. Am I not the golden-hearted? Though my hands, in agony, shake, The earth still shades you by my throne.

Oh, you know it’s time to go Through the sleet and driving snow Across the fields of mourning To a light that’s in the distance -A Sort of Homecoming, U2 Your feet are twitching in their shoes And your hands, they beat tattoos On the ink scarred desk Makes a faint patter pat Behind the curtain of your eyes It echoes to a booming roll And the girl who sits beside is shooting You a look so you know She doesn’t like the show It’s time to go The cold burns your cheeks and Makes you clumsy like a child who Hasn’t mastered buttons and must be given Velcro And the snow, it never gets too cold here, just enough So that you feel alive, the toxic death Of summer leaves, and you’re alive again Rushing home, through the rain, The sleet, the driving snow The high won’t last And any moment you’re going to fall Like you’ve always done but now, The grass crackles as you run The sun, hard and brittle as you run Tonight, you’ll work all night and rise Before the night is fully done This rough life, you resign Amid the fields of mourning There’s not a train coming on There’s not another tunnel That’s not a fire waiting for you With licking arms, it’s a light Cause there has to be a light When you stand on the edge Of an even harder night, when They have stolen your birthright. Let it go, There’s a light in the distance