Lost like a line in a lullaby,
I find it harder to rest my head.
Lame trial lashing me,
Yet the wounded and worried hope
dances in whims of flowing wind.
Sounds of bubble pouts out loud into my ear.
Soul soaks in your thoughts and memories.
I will wait you till I be there,
the land of wonder, that’s so heavenly.
I find it harder to rest my head.
Lame trial lashing me,
Yet the wounded and worried hope
dances in whims of flowing wind.
Sounds of bubble pouts out loud into my ear.
Soul soaks in your thoughts and memories.
I will wait you till I be there,
the land of wonder, that’s so heavenly.
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