Ling Zambara, Schoolboy
ling zambara the school boy
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[Verse]
Ling Zambara stands beneath the copper sky
With a satchel full of ink and questions why
The gravel crunches under worn-out soles
While the morning bell begins its heavy tolls
He traces maps of lands he’ll never tread
With a crown of borrowed wisdom on his head
[Verse]
The chalkboard holds the ghosts of ancient kings
While the linoleum hums as the radiator sings
He writes his name in cursive on the wood
Doing all the things the masters said he should
But his eyes are fixed upon the open gate
Where the dust and golden distance lie in wait
[Chorus]
Oh the road is wide and the hours are thin
For the boy who carries all the worlds within
From the limestone walls to the valley floor
Ling Zambara doesn't knock upon the door
He just walks until the shadows fade to gray
Chasing down the fragments of the day
[Verse]
The teacher speaks of geometry and grace
But cannot see the hunger in a young man's face
There are patterns in the wind they don't explain
And a certain kind of logic in the rain
He tucks his pencil deep inside his sleeve
Waiting for the proper time to take his leave
[Chorus]
Oh the road is wide and the hours are thin
For the boy who carries all the worlds within
From the limestone walls to the valley floor
Ling Zambara doesn't knock upon the door
He just walks until the shadows fade to gray
Chasing down the fragments of the day
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