The Promise Land Awaits
When the trees have come to wither
And all the clouds have rolled away
When a moment lasts for what seems like an decade and all the bells have tolled for thee I shall rise above the silent plauteo with a dream locked inside and release it in love and beauty I gaze into your eyes
with wings of an eagle my strength shall
percivere to lift you to the lege high atop the lake of fear
With drowning recollections a reflection of the passed yearning and fighting to forget a day when a death wish was cast
As I Forge through the deep I reach out for your hand as we both lead from the ledge
taking flight to the promise land
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