Open Hand - The Dream |
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The Dream
Open Hand As I sit by myself, I've come from so, so far away. In such little time, I have gave, My soul, my mind, I've tried so hard to find. Is this what I must do, to get by? And I ask myself why? Why don't you write, why don't you call me, I'll wait here. Does she understand me? Listen to what I say. I'll find my way, or will you help me out this year? Watching, waiting. Turning her back, on my dreams. You turn your back. I'll find my way home, So strong, so weak, we're stronger still. You turn your back. Is this what I must do? Turn your back on my dream, This I, why? I know. Why don't you write, why don't you call me, I'll find my way, or will you help me out this year?I'll wait here. |
