Buried Alive - Phil Beaudreau

We are born with the gift of gold

But some with shame just leave the cold

Afraid to shine, so they hide it every day

Men like these live underground

Buried under all the doubt

Afraid to die, so they just live in their grave

And I was buried alive

And couldn’t breathe the air that we were meant to breathe

But I wasn’t gonna die

Because the world had tried to take it off of me

We are born to a world of light

But some have darkness in their eyes

Afraid to see what they might find on the way

Men can’t see through the walls of wood

Six feet under a pile of dirt

Afraid to live, so they just lie in the grave

And I was buried alive

And couldn’t breathe the air that we were meant to breathe

But I wasn’t gonna die

Because the world had tried to take it off of me

And I was buried alive

And couldn’t breathe the air that we were meant to breathe

But I wasn’t gonna die

Because the world had tried to take it off of me

And I was buried alive

And couldn’t breathe the air that we were meant to breathe

But I wasn’t gonna die

Because the world had tried to take it off of me