Once a land of schemeless prophecy
full of visions yet to be seen
where the children marched to a steady beat
with a strangeness i’d admire in me
Its cold now they’re leaving my mind
the old days they’re leaving behind
my past finds the need to remind me
where they are from through all of the time
and although the sunlights crawling down
all the land it fills with shuffling sounds
of the children waking from their sleep
just to wonder of their destiny
Its cold now they’re leaving my mind
the old days they’re leaving behind
my past finds the need to remind me
where they are from through all of the time
and my heart it shifts in its chest
coz i know my hopeless regrets
will come down like birds from the nest
a new day will come and bring them to rest

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