Walk with me through amber fields to the mountains so high. Hear the voice of nature sing, Watch as birds learn to fly.
Troubled souls in discontent, never to understand. Until the battles over, And we reach for anothers hand. We see thru eyes that once were blind. To understand, then to find.
For nothing is in the hollow space unless the space be filled. Another soul finding it's way. Another voice is stilled
Hold tight to your dreams for soon they too will be gone. Cold and dark this life can be. Yet we must travel on. For within our dreams we find our way unknowing what is true. I suppose we rely on faith to see us thru.
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