Days of the summer wind,
Gladly blowing with no end
Sinking slowly in our mother lands,
Falling into each other's hands.

Dreams of night that always tells,
Waving hands and ringing bells
A way to find and nowhere else,
Like a story told of yourself

Sounds of water dripping down a sink,
Fits nicely though we refuse to think
That which may sound nice to you,
May not always be so true

From what I have said HE shall not see,
Only to nod and say I will believe
Words of wisdom and of peace,
Just praying to be released

Faith will guide all those who seek
Sins of pain and our crying fleet
Pain so sore we refuse to speak,
You may be down, but stay on your feet

Don't be sad and just try to be,
The one who will save all humanity
HE is one of those whom we love,
A guide of trust from up above.
HE is one whom we believe,
Though we all refuse to see.



 
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