I wake up at night
Unsure of what may come sometimes
I have walked aimlessly
Like a song without a beat

I do not know whether I hold instruments of deciet
In what I try, in my existing dreams

But I know the sun will come up
No matter what happens
The sun will come up
Against the treacherous and vile
Although people hold words against me
and see in me no light
I know I have power
Greater than their might

I leave my troubles outside my door
For the wind to carry and let soar
Away from me
Setting all my dreams at last free


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