Cold is the cry that rings from this far distant shore.
Winter has come too late,too close beside me.
How can I chase away all these fears deep inside?
I'll wait the signs to come.I'll find a way.
I will wait the time to come.I'll find a way home.
My light shall be the moon and my path - the ocean.
My guide the morning star as I sail home to you.
I'll wait the signs to come.I'll find a way.
I will wait the time to come.I'll find a way home.
So many fears and so many Hopes in this same time. It's scary...









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