To seek the future out with open arms
It seems to me that each turn is the clue
For every time I tried to reach the stars
It seems to me that each turn is the clue
For every time I tried to reach the stars
I've been away for far too many years
Locked in my mind where I would often wait
For what would come beyond my fallen tears
When dreams would surely guide me on my way
Locked in my mind where I would often wait
For what would come beyond my fallen tears
When dreams would surely guide me on my way
It is with every lesson that I've learned
That life designed for me a lovely tone
Which helped me to attain the thoughts I yearned
No longer do I feel I am alone
That life designed for me a lovely tone
Which helped me to attain the thoughts I yearned
No longer do I feel I am alone
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