Now my roots are planted in the ground
And spread towards the (center of the Earth)
My branches reach desperately for the sky
My tendrils grasping (far out of our reach)
Now we command the oceans
The waves and winds propel our vessel's sails
No harsh terrain or temperature
Can keep us from our grand inheritance
Flowers of knowledge have blossomed and bear fruit
The seeds they blow (idly through the wind)
We ride the currents to the corners of the Earth
Fated to germinate (sown in virgin soil)
And still we're sailing onward
Safe underneath the starry moonlit sky
No blackened night or scorching day
Can keep us from our grand inheritance
As they travel unaware of a looming presence
Ever thinking no greater force can bring forth their slated demise
With brashness they must have forgot the essence of their adolescence
And as I approach [closer their] confidence in self becoming wilted
A sudden realization that they are only human
And try as they may they cannot control the forces of nature
It seems we are not the elite
All these resources we lay at our feet
They mean nothing in the greater scheme of things
We thought ourselves to be
All-powerful
Ever-knowing
But now that we are brought to our knees
We crawl at the mercy of...
Here i write to you offering all i have left please accept my apologies
(Will we ever know the purpose of our existence
Is it possible one day I'll find where i fit within it all)
Now that I'm sinking far out of my league I can see we were way too far over our heads all along
(Will we as a people ever learn? Maybe the living could still know a paradise before they reach the benthic)
Here i stand with the blood and ink on my hands penning my will to whomever will receive this
(Receive the burden of your consciousness this is your grand inheritance
Let it not become corrupted keep your head up)
Could it be a gift or a curse? This sentient mind has left all warm nostalgia behind
(And to those who receive this the stubborn survivors please ask yourselves will we ever learn?)
Anlma - Grand Inheritance (feat. Peter Rono) Lyrics
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Now my roots are planted in the ground
And spread towards the (center of the Earth)
My branches reach desperately for the sky
My tendrils grasping (far out of our reach)
Now we command the oceans
The waves and winds propel our vessel's sails
No harsh terrain or temperature
Can keep us from our grand inheritance
Flowers of knowledge have blossomed and bear fruit
The seeds they blow (idly through the wind)
We ride the currents to the corners of the Earth
Fated to germinate (sown in virgin soil)
And still we're sailing onward
Safe underneath the starry moonlit sky
No blackened night or scorching day
Can keep us from our grand inheritance
As they travel unaware of a looming presence
Ever thinking no greater force can bring forth their slated demise
With brashness they must have forgot the essence of their adolescence
And as I approach [closer their] confidence in self becoming wilted
A sudden realization that they are only human
And try as they may they cannot control the forces of nature
It seems we are not the elite
All these resources we lay at our feet
They mean nothing in the greater scheme of things
We thought ourselves to be
All-powerful
Ever-knowing
But now that we are brought to our knees
We crawl at the mercy of...
Here i write to you offering all i have left please accept my apologies
(Will we ever know the purpose of our existence
Is it possible one day I'll find where i fit within it all)
Now that I'm sinking far out of my league I can see we were way too far over our heads all along
(Will we as a people ever learn? Maybe the living could still know a paradise before they reach the benthic)
Here i stand with the blood and ink on my hands penning my will to whomever will receive this
(Receive the burden of your consciousness this is your grand inheritance
Let it not become corrupted keep your head up)
Could it be a gift or a curse? This sentient mind has left all warm nostalgia behind
(And to those who receive this the stubborn survivors please ask yourselves will we ever learn?)
And spread towards the (center of the Earth)
My branches reach desperately for the sky
My tendrils grasping (far out of our reach)
Now we command the oceans
The waves and winds propel our vessel's sails
No harsh terrain or temperature
Can keep us from our grand inheritance
Flowers of knowledge have blossomed and bear fruit
The seeds they blow (idly through the wind)
We ride the currents to the corners of the Earth
Fated to germinate (sown in virgin soil)
And still we're sailing onward
Safe underneath the starry moonlit sky
No blackened night or scorching day
Can keep us from our grand inheritance
As they travel unaware of a looming presence
Ever thinking no greater force can bring forth their slated demise
With brashness they must have forgot the essence of their adolescence
And as I approach [closer their] confidence in self becoming wilted
A sudden realization that they are only human
And try as they may they cannot control the forces of nature
It seems we are not the elite
All these resources we lay at our feet
They mean nothing in the greater scheme of things
We thought ourselves to be
All-powerful
Ever-knowing
But now that we are brought to our knees
We crawl at the mercy of...
Here i write to you offering all i have left please accept my apologies
(Will we ever know the purpose of our existence
Is it possible one day I'll find where i fit within it all)
Now that I'm sinking far out of my league I can see we were way too far over our heads all along
(Will we as a people ever learn? Maybe the living could still know a paradise before they reach the benthic)
Here i stand with the blood and ink on my hands penning my will to whomever will receive this
(Receive the burden of your consciousness this is your grand inheritance
Let it not become corrupted keep your head up)
Could it be a gift or a curse? This sentient mind has left all warm nostalgia behind
(And to those who receive this the stubborn survivors please ask yourselves will we ever learn?)
Writer: Anlma, Antonio d'Aquino
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid