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The journey begins, |
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it starts from within, |
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Things that I need to know, |
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The song of the bird,echoed in words, |
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Flying for the needs to fly. |
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Thoughts endless in flight, |
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day turn to night, |
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Questions you ask you soul, |
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which way do i go, |
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how fast is too slow, |
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The journey has its time,then ends |
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If a man can fly over an ocean, |
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and no mountains can get in his way, |
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will he fly on forever searching for something to believe. |
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From above iI can see from the heavens, |
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Down below see the storm raging on, |
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And somewhere in the answer |
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There is a hope to carry on,` |
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When I finally return, |
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things that I learn, |
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Carry me back to home, |
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The thoughts that I feed, |
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Planting a seed, |
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With time will begin to grow, |
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The more that I try, |
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The more that I fly, |
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The answerin itself, |
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will be there. |
