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...what a precious privilege it is to be alive -to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love...

Waiting for the dawn

As the shroud of doubt again falls

Covering my clear thoughts

Why is the truth so hard to abide?

For all the passion, denied

I shall you deify, my love and light

Falling from the skies

Where my wings broke apart

All the roads I wandered upon

And left behind

Words that weren't said

Touches that weren't made

I regret them every day

Every lonely morning,

My whispers in the wind;

Echoes in eternity

Because my life is only here and now

I know I must move on

Nothing happens to a man that one can't endure

But before the oblivion; a battle, a sojourn in a strange land

Falling from the skies

Where my wings broke apart

All the roads I wandered upon

And left behind

Words that weren't said

Touches that weren't made

I regret them every day

Every lonely morning,

My whispers in the wind;

Echoes in eternity

Words that weren't said

Touches that weren't made

I regret them every day

Every lonely morning,

My whispers in the wind;

Echoes in eternity