I started the day by the tree
Where the sea was of nothing
I was closer to God in my dreams
But still out of my head
When all of the leaves and the moments
Were in their way touching
A blanket of change and the listening
For what will be said
When all that I knew was the wind
And the faces before me
I spoke with the purpose and strength
Of a thousand young man
When the weight of the world
And their wolves were out there to destroy me
I stood in the grass on the hill
With my will to defend
This is the start of something
This is the end of who we were
The beginning of what we will be
This is the call to something
This is a chance at something pure
The only chance that we can see
When everything else disappears
We'll live out our live beyond years
Where's the forgiveness
We said would be written all over?
Where is the peace and the freedom
We said would be ours?
Have we been lost
In a dead winter whispering clover?
Can we get back to the truth
In the bees and the flowers?

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