There's a place in the bottom of the Soul
That houses no pollution -
You know the way to get there -
But people question your solution
Fierce winds handled with aggression -
No blame, untamed or spoken
Walks through space - Past or Present
On land that's cracked and Broken
As Wanderers and orphans,
We came to get a Taste of rain -
Looking for no simple answers -
Preparing to dig through the pain
Bathe in thunder, see the tension,
Know the rivers - climb the mountains,
Kiss the cold and heal the fallen --
Share the Dreams which once were frozen.
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