Let us drive
Let the distant bright light be our navigation
Windows down
Breeze my doubts away
Volume up
I will sing my heart away
They called us fools
Yet they’re not free
Bondage in their own shackles
In our steps
Let us hurry as though angels are waiting
Take me to where the light shines the brightest
And let me play with clay till I am worn out and tired
As I lay
Don’t wipe the dirt off my hair
Nothing is missing
I am whole
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