The eyes are made to see
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They see the paths of our lives
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The heart is there to feel
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It feels the energy of our time
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I can see it
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I can feel it
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This is my waking hour
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This is my place
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I can hear it
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I feel the power in my heart
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And is my moment
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It is right there
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And it's staring me in the face
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Disguise and make-believe
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I see the end of all demise
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The only way to heal
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Is in the honesty of your eyes
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The fight is done
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And who are we to judge
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What will become
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All the iron armor
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Is laid down away
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Followed by the heroes
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Who belong on rested earth, we pray
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We feel the rescue coming near
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Within the woken soul to hear
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we sense the calm all wrapped in fear
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And all the while we heed
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The senses way too vast to see
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We beg of you to not let go
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Our names will provide us with a soul
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Falling down
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Start again
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Life can bring you down
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The monumental truth
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Of elegance in you
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Falling for
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A part of who you are
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Makes you shine inside
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Waking Hour
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| The Gathering |
