What is the system that gets around. Recruits hearts with its timeless rhythm. The young glow but old men know. It's all a part of some crazy schism. .
I was dreaming in my dreaming. of an aspect bright and fair. and my sleeping it was broken. but my dream it lingered near. in the form of shining valleys.
Speak to me. Speak to me heart. I feel a needing. to bridge the clouds. Softly go. A way I wish to know. A way I wish to know. . Oh you'll ride. Surely dance.