Keyoung - Banner feat Libby Johnson and Kyla Morgan | Текст песни

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• Banner feat Libby Johnson and Kyla Morgan

Cliff edge dances beside crevasse lined cracks
Hesitation lost with each soft soled advance
Toes point to heaven with angelic rhythm
A heels kiss away from countless schisms
She dances from men’s advances
Keeps her head in her book
far from the callous glances
She takes the public transit
Armed only with a thick skin against
backhanded compliments
While she fidgets
with the gold that sits on the 4th digit of her left hand
Playing with the her grandmothers old wedding band
A piss off for the men that try give her fish hook compliments
But she bends those barbs backwards
Spits that iron in their face
Her mother taught her which knuckles to put her house keys in
and when to keep a finger on the mace
A soft as lace demeanor
Wrapped around a crowbar tough character
Daughters learn the juxtaposition of their position from early age
Sons are taught the world is theirs from boyhood on their confidence is laid
I’m just one man of privilege admitting that I don’t understand much outside what I see
But if I truly love my sisters and daughters then I have to believe in their belief that the world
might be less fair than what’s been done to me
My girlfriend told me about how men speak to her on the street
I told her take their words as a complement, brush them off with ease
She explained to me that the words are more about a role and less about the sting
Kind of like admitting that I have don’t have clue is more about pride and less about the certainty things
But I don't know

Libby Johnson:
You speak over me
But you don't speak lightly
Your words could make me what I am to be
Raise the banner high
Let Truth decide
Who He declares I am to be

Kyla Morgan:
And she wanders
Wandering the paths of exploding stars and glass
Glistening, gliding
Dying to know where she's at
Where she belongs
This song never go it right
Words too small to capture his heart
She starts to listen
Believing she is just a collection of mismatched parts for the taking
Replacing matchbox cards or toy trains for these grown up hands to play
And she stays because this is her place
A cacophony of sounds where only boyhood fantasies may abound
And she is found breaking
Open and exposed
Marred by jagged scars
That make a road map to the lost pieces of her heart
This is the heart of a broken china doll dream
The once believed enough to dance and sing
Until she learned what doll really means
But darling you are the daughter of a king
Defined by strength and beauty
It's you He sees
And needs
And calls
Reminding you it's all for the taking
Don't lose sight of the stars
Because they are a reflection of His affections
Fluttering then bursting with passions
He's asking you to see
That you are worth more than the skies or sea
For He gives you life that you may share it
This is our anthem
A thousand couldn't stand in the light of the might of a woman who understands that she is more than a queen
She is a Son
The image of God's good love
So trust that she will burn
Radiate to penetrate the night and stand tall in His presence
Able to dance her dreams without a gleam of question
Because this was what she was made to be
Complete
So raise the banners high and see

Libby Johnson:
You speak over me
But you don't speak lightly
Your words could make me what I am to be
Raise the banner high
Let Truth decide
Who He declares I am to be

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