An interest sparks a mile mark.
Questions now fade.
A conquered thought, soon suspend.
A child parade.
Feel nothing but certain relief.
The journey breathes inside of us,
Can't remake.
Wind and rain send us out.
The path we take.
Feel nothing but certain relief.
Feel everything but what we feel.
Content with nothing that is real.
Soar out with the wind.
Let it be heard.
Do not stop now.
Can't stop.
Feel everything but what we feel.
Content with nothing that is real.
Soar out with the wind.
Let it be heard.
Do not stop now. x 2
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