Over the mountain tops an far away lay a dream. Among the heavens of our world nestled amist our ambition an imagination. Like a wave, a sea of clouds soon conceal our dreams, in this darkness we belive in things that we cant see, yet keep hope in all the things we may be. Over the mountain tops an far away we have a dream, slowly like a dandelion hovering among the winter breeze we follow the lines on our palms and wonder what our dreams may soon become.
Through the emptiness of space and time i hear the echo of your voice. Scatterd piecies of who i am amoung dead leaves of the autum ground, im here again, telling birds how to fly, they listen not to me for my feet are on the ground, then i see your face, in a troubled time, the battle’s never mine, yet i come to you in scattered pieces, make sense of me, you can make me whole
