WINGS OF GRACE (The Dreamers)
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What shall we do with the dreames
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Who see a world we can never know
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Who have found a place of wonder
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Where only children dare to go
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What shall we do with the dreames
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Whose world has no room for hate
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Whose vision of tomorrow? promise
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Is so far removed from our fate
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For they dream of a thousand tomorrows
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Each one better than the one before
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A future filled with compassion
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For the tired, the weak, the hungry and the poor
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What shall we do with the dreamers
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Who no longer answer when we ask why
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Who work to make their world better
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And are unefraid to try
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What whall we say to the dreamers
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Whose lives make ours seem so bare
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Who make us feel so empty
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Because they dare to care
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For they dream not of thing done before
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But of the miracles which lie ahaid
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Of the needy who can be assisted
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And the famshed who can be fed
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What shall we make of the dreamers
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When they choose not to live as we
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When they say our world has no meaning
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As long as others are still not free
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What shall we think of the dreamers
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When they no longer listen to what we say
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When their silence leaves us uneasy
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And they refuse to go away
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For they dream of fanciful figures
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Poised in mid-flight
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Angels with Wings of Grace
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Floating on the light
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Messengers from the next world
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So unfamiliar but yet not strange
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Bringing word of the New World
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The begginnin of the change
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What shall we do with the dreamers
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Wings of Grace
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Carlos Santana |