The dreams that I have created and the place where I am now
As I look and I compare these two landscapes I see
They begin to change their shape and I find that here and now
There is only one thing I know
I watch springtime fade away, as our summer comes to play
I understand a little bit of this and that Fall comes and something's lost over winter
And in a mountain of trash, I find that dream I had
Hear this voice! Hear this heart!
Until my tears run dry, I will search for the answer I still haven't found
Until my tears clear up, we will always strive sometimes losing our way
I build my own present, carving, proving, with my own hand!
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