Rebecca Martin
make the days run fast
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Make the days run fast little brother
Every given task into another
In a distant land under desert sandy skies
You and I
Had walked the fields and forests
With the sounds of spring singing for us
Bound by flesh and blood and a story
Hand in hand.
Hold my hand
In our perfect world there was softness and meaning
Up ahead there was war
and sounds of mortar rounds
In our perfect world there was softness and meaning
Up ahead there was war
and sounds of mortar rounds
Make the days run fast little brother
Every given task into another
In a distant land where you're dreaming
Hold my hand
Whatever lies before us
For everyone
It is unknown