The Way

The way is too long
To get what we’re looking for
One fleeting moment feels like eternity
Passing by with both poverty and prosperity

Stories written on the stones
Are now forgotten
While time still flows
With every second stolen

From precious time
When the soul dwells in love
When dreams are about to come
From pictures to real
While a child is still daydreaming
Back to the start we go

Same old songs, smile in sunshine
And forlorn tales we live for
Untold pain of the past hidden in lines
We try to escape forevermore

Forgotten verses dwell in sweet spring air
Making soul sing again
Open your eyes to see this moment now and here
Let the worries draw away

From precious time
When the soul dwells in love
When dreams are about to come
From pictures to real
While a child is still daydreaming
Back to the start we go

Still dreaming, still seeking
What we’ve lost once we were kids
From that time many years turned into echo
Silent whisper, just another unsung song

You are the way, I am the river
We flow and run ahead
Where our story begins
At the breaking dawn of hidden dreams