into the dark gloomy wood i see
the shadow coming out from the tree
filling the air in cold thick mist
casting a damp over the morning bliss
i stop and try to gaze
searching for the perfect pace
to pull my dream out of the mist
and turn it into the brightest grace
behold,
my spirit will run toward the sun
toward the ultimate journey
that my old man used to tell me
about the land of prosperity
where serenity is the destiny
where no man has empty stomach
where no wound is too hard to heal
where every soul feels the magic of love
here in the wood i’ll bring the sun
the light for a new world
the world of a thousand hopes
and the home of the overflowing love
hold my hand
brave heart
would you dare to embrace the sun
to get burn in its flames with me?
would you?
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