When I was young, I would always cry. Mom, Dad,
part I From the heavens above, from the heavens above,
Breathe deep, you’re free to speak, You’re free to walk,
Listen carefully A message we bring to you. Listen carefully,
Never touch, never feel, Never see, never dream, Never learn,
All alone, your by yourself. You want to cry, you
Fear for your life as you hide from their law.
Get up off your ass, Or don’t say a thing.
The wind calls out to you, Her innocence, mesmerizing. She’s
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