Dreams like ancient cities
Now crumbled to dust
As the mountains to the sea
So the sands of time are formed
Caressed on the shores of hope
The tide turning, a new dawn breaks
Souls freed, our footsteps unfolding
Dreams like ancient cities
Now crumbled to dust
As the mountains to the sea
So the sands of time are formed
Caressed on the shores of hope
The tide turning, a new dawn breaks
Souls freed, our footsteps unfolding
Birds make great sky circles of their freedom
How do they do it?
They fall
And in falling, they’re given wings
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