In the twilight’s fading glow, down the dusty roads we roam,
Found our freedom, lost our home, in the heartlands far from known.
With guitars strung across our backs, singing songs of what we own,
We left God in the fields, our spirits painted black.

Chorus:
Oh, we’re outlaws at heart, with our souls torn apart,
Playing folk and blues, in search of truth, in search of art.
In the dirt we lost the light, far from God’s forgiving sight,
Down on the farm, where our dreams took flight.

Verse 2:
Underneath the willow’s shade, where our youthful vows were made,
We traded heaven’s grace for earthly masquerade.
Harmonicas cried the blues, telling tales of worn-out shoes,
Of the sacred paths we chose to refuse.

Chorus:
Oh, we’re outlaws at heart, with our souls torn apart,
Playing folk and blues, in search of truth, in search of art.
In the dirt we lost the light, far from God’s forgiving sight,
Down on the farm, where our dreams took flight.

Bridge:
But in the music’s mournful cry, there’s a call to reach the sky,
To find the higher power we left behind, to try.
With every note, we confess, seek redemption, seek to bless,
Our outlaw hearts yearn for nothing less.

Verse 3:
Now, as twilight turns to night, beneath the moon’s forgiving light,
We strum our guitars, seeking wrongs to right.
In the chords, we find our prayer, a way back from despair,
To the higher power waiting there.

Chorus:
Oh, we’re outlaws at heart, with our souls torn apart,
Playing folk and blues, in search of truth, in search of art.
In the dirt we found our song, where our hearts truly belong,
Back to the farm, to the arms strong.

Outro:
So we sing our outlaw song, knowing where we truly belong,
In the melody, we find our bond, in the music, we are strong.
The higher power never left, in the dirt or in the theft,
In our outlaw hearts, it’s forever kept.

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God In The Dirt

In the dust of forgotten fields, where dreams lie withered and worn,
There’s a tale of lost glory, in the heart of the storm.
A song for the outlaws, for the seekers of the truth,
About the day we left God in the dirt, in the innocence of youth.

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Chorus:
Down on the farm, where the world seemed so small,
We danced under the moon, heedless of the fall.
In the soil we buried our higher power, so it seems,
Lost in the pursuit of our earthly dreams.

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Verse 1:
We plowed the fields under the sun’s relentless gaze,
Forgetting the stars, the ancient of days.
In our hands, the earth whispered tales so divine,
But we were too caught up in the toil to find the sign.

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Chorus:
Down on the farm, where the whispers of the past,
Merged with the wind, fleeting and fast.
We left God in the dirt, a memory so dim,
As we chased shadows at the world’s grim rim.

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Verse 2:
The higher power that once was our guiding light,
Became just a flicker, lost in the night.
We sought our fortunes, far and wide,
Leaving behind the divine spark inside.

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Bridge:
But even outlaws on their lonesome path,
Can find their way back from the aftermath.
In the silence of the fields, the truth still dwells,
In every seed that grows, in every tale it tells.

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Chorus:
Down on the farm, beneath the sky so vast,
Lies the key to redemption, to healing the past.
For the higher power we thought was lost in the dirt,
Resides in our souls, waiting to reassert.

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Outro:
So let this outlaw song remind us to seek,
The divine in the humble, the strong in the weak.
For we didn’t lose God in the dirt, but in our hearts’ own farm,
It’s time to return, to embrace with open arms.

In the realm where outlaws roam the landscapes of the soul,
A poem whispered, unveiling truths untold.
Through the sacred topics, a journey we commence,
To Inner Sound Current, Silence, Listen, Being—hence.

Inner Sound Current
There’s a melody that flows beneath the surface seen,
A song of the cosmos, vibrant and serene.
Not heard with ears but felt within the heart,
A symphony of existence, of which we’re all a part.

Silent
In the quietude where words fall away,
Silence speaks louder than anything we say.
A canvas vast for the soul’s soft whisper,
In stillness, we find ourselves clearer, crisper.

Listen
To truly listen, one must transcend the noise,
Hearing not just sounds but the universe’s voice.
An act of presence, a gift of the now,
In the art of listening, to the divine we bow.

Being
Being is the essence, the root of all that’s true,
Beyond the roles we play and the masks we adhere to.
In being, we encounter the depth of our soul,
A connection to the all, making us whole.

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Seeing is not just the act of sight,
But a vision that pierces through the night.
Knowing is deeper than thought’s embrace,
A knowing that time nor space can erase.

Hearing is the heart’s way to heed,
The unspoken words of the soul’s creed.
Speaking is more than mere words can convey,
A truth that shines, come what may.

Feeling is the touch of the universe’s hand,
A sensation that truly helps us understand.
These experiences of truth, a spectrum wide,
Are facets of Being True, our guide.

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In this dance of existence, where all is interwoven,
Our truths are the melodies, in silence golden.
Seeing, Knowing, Hearing, Speaking, Feeling,
Are the pathways to Being, our essence revealing.

To be true is to be in harmony with the flow,
A state of being where inner lights glow.
In the outlaws’ poem, truths are unveiled,
The sacred journey of the soul is regaled.

Source: InnerIGPT

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