It's only the start of the ending times
When you see the years that have long gone by
When you feel the fear of the empty nights
And you see the home of the morning light
It's the life that is spent on a wishing star
Or a hope that will never go too far
In the end, all it is, is you
As you scream from the deep, Long Live the Dream.
PJ email - pjwiemers.works@gmail.com
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