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Tread But Lightly On The Ground

from Notes From The Pacific Coast by Ray Zimmerman

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One of those that probably means different things to different people, hope you enjoy this one, I was happy with how the piano changes turned out between verses.

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They've come to recognise you,
You look my friend no different to before,
Their boots will tread upon your head,
You'll acquiesce afraid of what's in store,

You'll offer prayer up to your lord,
Preoccupied with gold and war,
Unanswered whispers turn to roars,
Until you realise you're just one more,
Beggar at the door,

So go cower in your corner friend,
And accept that there is no help to send,
And but to breathe don't make a single sound,
But if you feel the urge to stand,
To prise yourself from sinking sand,
Make sure to tread but lightly on the ground,

I barely recognise you,
You look my friend much different to before,
The lines now drawn into your face are records of your own distaste,
Recognition that you once were made of more,

You ask forgiveness but none forth comes,
Your exposed fingers start to numb,
While their fires burn like a thousand suns,
There is no shelter beneath their thumb,
It's no surprise like arctic tides,
You're frozen at the core,

So go cower in your corner friend,
And accept there is no help to send,
And but to breathe don't make a single sound,
But if you have the nerve to move,
Remember there's nothing left to prove,
If you only tread but lightly on the ground,

What is there left of this,
Just Danish kings drawn in the mist who now are gone,
Alas now Yorick call the guards,
We'll gather round and you can start a song,

Your gambols turned to punished crimes,
Incarcerated in your prime,
So you cannot share dissenting rhymes,
With those that hide but over time,
Would rise and turn to right all that is wrong,

So don't cower in your corner friend,
And accept there is no help to send,
And but to breathe don't make a single sound,
For if you hope to change the course,
You must stamp your feet with sufficient force,
You cannot tread but lightly on the ground,

Your dreams will surely stay in check,
If you do not loosen from your neck the chains,
They use to drag you to your station, your chosen course their designation,
Against which friend you soon must start to strain,

Against the ropes which keep you held,
Beneath imagined threats of rebellions felled,
Ripples of voices soon have swelled,
To crowds of conscripts now compelled,
To rewrite the rules of this game of fools,
Until only they remain,

So don't cower in your corner friend,
Others will come soon to attend,
To the armoury and they'll share what they have found,
And all the world will know your name,
And never once will you again,
Have to tread but lightly on the ground

So step out of your corner friend,
And find another in need to lend,
A hand and light a flame to gather round,
And tell all those that follow here,
There's nothing left for you to fear,
So go and tread but freely on the ground

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from Notes From The Pacific Coast, released October 7, 2017
Written and recorded by Ray Zimmerman
Lyrics by Ray Zimmerman

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