Text: Front Line Assembly. Epitaph. Insolence.

Protection, from the cold
Isolation, within to hold
Reflections, of a long lost day
This universe, a state of grace

When you rise
Above the clouds
When you see
A light of eternity

Remembrance, not so kind
This storm, leaves you blind

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you will never find a dream
you will never see a hand
for you to hold a life
forever grows old

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you will never find a dream
you will never see a hand
for you to hold a life
forever grows old

The mirror, of truth and time

Sadness, when we fall
Wisdom, you learn through time
Honesty, within us all

When you rise
Above the clouds
When you see
A light of eternity

Remembrance, not so kind
This storm, leaves you blind

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you will never find a dream
you will never see a hand
for you to hold a life
forever grows old

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you will never find a dream
you will never see a hand
for you to hold a life
forever grows old