It happened on the thousandth year;
From the center core of all our tears
It stirred the darkness into light
Souls were born from the depths of night:
A raging struggle; just to hold on
Like grave many times before

With doubtful eyes he smiled at me –
But one cold night, he could not sleep;
My hope had touched his lips
Out of the dream he ran to me
But time had given up on him

That mundane morning:
Like the journey of a butterfly
I awoke, with no more tears in me
My darkness had surrendered

By the Sea;
By the Mountains;
By the winds in our dreams;
I was set free

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