Time


We may say that we're fine,
through the wisp we call time,
past the things we call mine,
Above the oaks and pines of trees,
lives a land of endless possibilities.
On the mountains of the era, in the highest of seas
I wonder where I can find, endless fun and ecstasy,
Where the light of the sun and the source we do see,
where all is let be, finally home, and finally free.

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