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On the windswept fields
On the sweeping crooked path
To where the old man rests
As he leans upon his staff
He called to me and pointed
Said look across this land
What you see is a part of me
And it's here I'll make my stand

Foolish men will suffer
The thoughtless will forget
The wise will build their shelter
The careless will regret
Though Roses have their beauty
They also have their thorns
So we'll hide from nature's vengeance
Until the passing of the storm

Scarred and disillusioned
Memories torn apart
Somewhere we have lost something
From deep within the heart
We look to our horizon
Where the sun will set the pace
But the sweeping wind has taken
Just what we can't replace

A Century of Lullabies


For The Chance

This Fateful Place