Lost in the labrynth of forgotten dreams I feel so content
Finding my dreams and I remember what they once meant
Do we really exist or are we part of dream
Running against the down river stream
Though it is night and the weather is storming
Wait and you can reach me on the other side of morning
A new day a new dawn
I look around all is gone
The sound of silence is all too new.
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