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Ahead I see the shoes |
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Well-worn from all the land |
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Gentle ones and kind |
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As well as bleak and baleful ones |
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We've seen |
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Our journey through decades |
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The auras of the world |
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Are always suffusing our heads |
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Faces passing by |
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Some to notice and some to forget |
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Our shadows stay behind |
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Where once we were condemned |
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To be slaves |
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Today nothing is left |
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But our bleached and battered |
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Skin and bones |
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Now our hearts arrived |
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Where our souls are still longing to be |
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Step by step we go |
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The road is long, the fate in our hands |
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Our way to the promised land |
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We seek to reach it soon |
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The land where we can linger after all |
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A place to just call home |
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Ahead I see a boy |
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His young hands outworn from hard work |
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Who defines his life |
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He is not the one who pulls the strings |
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But see |
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Our journey far away |
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We beg for freedom |
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But sorrow is all we receive |
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Too weak to fight against |
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But too strong to just accept without hate |
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These days are long ago |
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I turn my eyes to better dreams |
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We don't fear the dark |
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Cause we want to achieve an aim |
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From now on there's no mourn |
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Only laughter will be our guide |
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Now our hearts arrived |
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And our souls don't need to long anymore |
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Our way to the promised land |
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We seek to reach it soon |
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The land where we can linger after all |
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A place to just call home |