Over the barrier, further the lake.
A thousand troubles, a hundred mistakes.
Words of a whisper. A thousnad lies.
Children that whimper. People who cries.
Nevertheless, a dream will come true.
But the rain will start pouring , down and straight at you.
To remove to blindness of the people who are blind.
Sweet words, humble whispers. They will always bind.
A simple solution to the hardest equation.
A soft symphony, a beautiful sensation.
