The sun rises on the day that will surely be a last
I've counted on too many things, I won't count on the past
To pave a road before me that points the way home
And lonely days remind me of the seeds that I have sown
The angel at the crossroad her arm's been broken off
Telling me it doesn't matter in which direction I set off
No tears can ever roll down those cheeks carved in stone
And lonely days remind me of the seeds that I have sown
The voices speak it crystal clear, I know what I lack
I've seen this play out before, I won't be looking back
To long for what's left behind, is to long for that I'm prone
And lonely days remind me of the seeds that I have sown
August 2016
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