I long to walk among the spires, the futile reach towards the skies
To celebrate, what we deny, that the choice was wrong
I long to cross these quiet lands, the skies reflected on the ground
Would all seem saved, redeemed and pure, if what I'd lost were found again
What will become of us, I ask, should this chance pass us by
Our lives spent living with regret if this comes to nothing
To know we'd found for us, in this, the chance of some, safe haven
With every step we walk away, like we're gazing at the sun
I long to sense, among the lies, the Chronicles of everything
Every thought, every word and deed, all that is and has ever been
Through the tears that you have cried, the song remains and plays again
The proof of who and what we are, as we meet the morning skies
Aware for once how far we've come, as we greet the morning skies
All that we know, all that might have been, in place of joy an uneasy calm
Discarded chances, failed attempts, greatest hours and our sufferance
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