Andrew Hinton Biography

Feel the pressure pushing in from all around,
The grip of cold water as it begins to surround.
See your dreams float like pockets of air,
Things you wish you had strength to dare.
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Why does music move the soul,
And temporarily make us whole?
What is it about the vibration of air,
That draws us from darkness’ lair?
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I see fire, burning my hills,
My desire, and heart stills.

Brought to my knees, from the things I've done,
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The flickering flame slowly begins to die,
I watch as smoke begins to gently fly.
Just the little ember in the wick remains,
Like a survivor from the wax it proclaims.
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Here below the fluorescent sky's glow,
I let my mind wonder as I go.
Pale and tired are some eyes I see,
Others shine brightly back at me.
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