In every memory
The gentle golden hue
Of an innocence now banished
The heavens grace its presence
In tiny little droplets
Washing away the tremor of the earth
Washing away my tears
Need there be a reason to cry
For the shades of this world
Bid me to take flight
Above this treacherous divide
Now hear my final plea
Don't bring me to my knees
I'll walk on, foolish as it seems
To another sacred dream
Why force us to our knees ?
What pardon befits our sins?
Hatred in exchange for dreams?
No, I'll live on
As best as I can be
For others I will live
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