| The journey begins with curiosity
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| And envolves into soul-felt questions
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| On the stones that we walk
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| And choose to make our path
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| Sometimes never knowing
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| Other times knowing too much
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| Filtering out the bad that holds us back
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| Take hold of what is true to your hunger
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| A hunger that will not go away
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| Plans for tomorrow, they will remain
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| Won’t you join me on the perennial quest
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| Reaching into the dark, retrieving light
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| Search for answers on the perennial quest
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| Where dreams are followed, and time is a test
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| No time for mental crutches
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| The maker has moved on
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| I will take it raw and be on my way
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| Those that stood beside me
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| I’m glad you understand
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| Behind these written words
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| I share the simple plan
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| To hang on to the way that we feel
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| From rivers of sorrow
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| To oceans deep with hope
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| I have travelled them
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| Now, there’s no turning back
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| The limit, the sky
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| I ask my questions: Why? |
| What today?
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| When tomorrow?
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| Filtering out the bad that holds us back
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| Take hold of what is true to your hunger
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| A hunger that will not go away
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| Plans for tomorrow, they will remain
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| Won’t you join me on the perennial quest
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| Reaching into the dark, retrieving light
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| Search for answers on the perennial quest
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| Where dreams are followed, and time is a test |