In the still moment when the air is cold When the chirping of birds are no longer heard When the Owls howls in the darkest hours Does the mind wander in awesome wishes
It travels afar, to the land of fantasies And come home with spoil, from the wealth of great cities It thinks the impossible and imagine glory But in the land of fairies does it remain
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Silent Wishes, a comforter that never makes it home It travels to great lands, but never make it home Silent Wishes, an imaginary world that though exist Only Lives in the heart of its beholder
Time is short, it never waits Get up those crippled chair and take a step Silent Wishes never make it home Rise from your slumber, and take the lead.