In dreams alone I roam
To places
I’ve never seen
But always in silence
Am I a message in the breeze
Do you not hear me?
Searching for joyous paths
And familiar traces
I used to know
Heavy are the hours
Can I still hear those little things
Have they forgotten me?
For my sake
Let me lay down
And whisper in my ear
Things of love and grace
I used to know-
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