The world passing,
Just a blur.
Tears I cry,
Never have cried before.
There may be beauty,
But I'd never know,
Because the ones I love
Left now for more.
But a blue sea white with foam,
Past the forest, under the gold,
Through the desert, beyond my know,
That's not close to how far I'll go.
Cold skies gray with rain,
Golden sunshine just cries pain,
Though a heartbreak I do hold,
The way is clear; I must go.
Tomorrow, maybe, will be the day
I make my way home.
No more tears, no more fears,
Tomorrow, maybe, I'll be home.
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