Realms Beyond
As the cosmic dust
moves inside us
A small voice is heard
Let the cosmic winds
blow
All our struggles have not
been in vain
Let sunlight penetrate
our dreams
As the voice
finds an echo
Deep in the canyons
of our soul
Times change
But we'll survive
something is sustaining
us
Does it matter
what you call it?
Perhaps, but silence
has it's own rewards
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