Sing

Sing

I have survived on the edge of a mountain
With the weight of an ocean pulling me down
Freedom to me is like a sound in the desert
There just to perish with me

But if the sound was written in stone by my hand
What would it matter to me?
Do I look for an answer that cannot be found?
Can I help a blind man to sing? Can I help all men to sing?

To sing… to sing forever
We sing… we sing forever

Circle the ocean in the dead of a winter
The leaves on the trees are building a wall
The wall is to help us put an end to the mountain
But the weight of an ocean is the same to us all

If I removed the wall stone by stone with my hand
What would it matter to me?
And if I look for an answer that cannot be found
Can I teach a blind man to sing? Can I teach all men to sing?

To sing… to sing forever
We sing… we sing forever

We sing… we sing forever; we sing… we sing forever
We sing… we sing forever; we sing… we sing forever

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About Blabpipe

Rock Alternative Band for the Masses - Quite possibly the last Bastion of Hope left in the Galaxy
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