Enter minds eye imagine pure beauty
Poor mortal sigh dogma incarcerating
Why people cry in the end we've been waiting
For a sign [: of the divine: ] x2
[: Memories carry me: ] x4
Insert the thought of love into young minds
Planting the seed of peace and harmony
Why do we pray some are so sure
Plotting the day they walk [: upon that golden shore: ] x2
[: Memories carry me: ] x4
Robin flies free living among the trees
Making a home away from harms control
Planting their feet giving security
Until the day [: they are grown and fly away: ] x2
[: Memories carry me: ] x8
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