Unkind Friend from Precious Things by Anthony von Seck

There is no cure
There is no release
Til I admit that you're a part of me
I face remorse I face the fall
I face the inevitability of it all
Alone against the universe The planets and the stars
Black matter consuming all that it devours
And in that sense of impossible defeat
A familiar voice brings a momentary relief

Oh anger is an unkind friend
It fights me it spites me
Twists all the good that I intend
But beneath the sadness it forces me to do
All that is required to push on through

Oh push on through
Let me do what I do what i do
Push on through
Beyond the black into the blue
Into the blue
Push on through
Brave and true

• Acoustic
• Instrumental
• folk
• laid back
• road trip
• singer-songwriter
• Canada