There's a grave at the end of the road
waiting for us to come back home
When our time on earth is done
skin and bones it'll all be gone
Sing the nature song with me
Sing for stones and sing for the trees
Sing for flowers who caught a disease
and for the weeping morning breeze
Don't leave your path, less your way might be lost
Follow your dream or you'll end up as a ghost
haunting this world with your mission undone
Blind is the eye when the vision is gone
Throw away that old disguise, l
et the sun shine through your eyes
To be strong is to lose that pride
you can not bring to the other side
Hear the nature sing for thee
Listen to the qhoir of stones and trees
Humming for the flowers who caught a disease
and for the weeping morning breeze

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