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The dreams are hands

groping in the dark

Hoping one day

to bathe in the light of stars

And though, we can't see clear for dust and bones

And we find ourselves always standing at a crossroad

we can look, to the sun or the moon and the stars

and seek guidance by their light

The dreams are hands

groping in the dark

Hoping one day

to bathe in the light of stars

We carry the flag of our fathers,

and keep it always close at heart

a constant reminder of what went wrong

but still we try

- to carry on

Motherly decline

Builds cages around the heart

to protect us from failure

And so the dreams becomes ancient remains

and later old men’s sorrow

Clear this dusty view anew

And we’ll find the storm easier to walk through

And to bathe in stars of light

By open up from the inside

And to bathe in stars of light

By open up from the inside

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