Geskryf vir: The Soil
When I walk …
There are sights I see that change my life
When I talk …
There are words I hear from a different fief
And I can’t stop
Thinking about what
I need to do!
And I’m dreaming
Still waiting
For my moment to arrive
And I’m dreaming
Anticipating
’Cause I know that I will make it out alive!
Where I stand …
There are people searching for the truth
Where I am …
There it’s crowded like an old phone booth
And I can’t stop
Thinking about what
I need to do!
And I’m dreaming
Still waiting
For my moment to arrive
And I’m dreaming
Anticipating
Cos I know that I will make it out alive! (x2)
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