
On the edge of the dream I stand Counting the pulse of night in my palm Planting my name in the wind Hoping it will return in bloom Roads pass without a trace Except for the echo of my step The moon shatters in water I gather its fragments To shape a new dawn O heart, do not fear Time is a wave And we are the sail of patience We move on even when clouds grow heavy I write a promise to tomorrow And hide it beneath the light If the journey grows long Hope will be our guide And the soul a home that never fades
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