I hope to be around
The day we grasp in truth
The nature of mind
Befriending time
In truth
In a midway
I stand where many stood
Only to come home again
Walking through these streets
I know too well
But my thoughts stray away
I dream of my future
Remote from time
Bounds
Becoming myself
Without any end
I dream of my future
Remote from time bounds
Becoming myself
In truth
I wonder at this light
Enclosed in our soul in truth
And bid our clay remain
Soft as it is
In truth
In a midway
I stand where many stood
Only to come home again
Walking through these streets
I know too well
But my thoughts stray away
I dream of my future
Remote from time bounds
Becoming myself
Without any end
I dream of my future
Remote from time bounds
Becoming myself
In truth
I dream of my future
Remote from time
Bounds
Becoming myself
Without any end
I dream of my future
Remote from time bounds
Becoming myself
In truth
