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
I am lost down an endless road. Which path do
Fear for your life as you hide from their law.
The wind calls out to you, Her innocence, mesmerizing. She’s
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