He will pain the light and shades
The colours and the trees
He will lay down on the ground
He will climb the steepest hill
Believing what he sees
Beneath the old oak tree
He will sleep forever
If you try to set him free
Sail on the wings of a cloud Where to, well nobody knows
And cry, cry if you want them to see
Die every day to be free
Be proud to wear the colours that you call your own
Be strong, hold the flame for everyone to see
Be loud, speak out when the world to know
Be weak, if you want to love.
He will reach out for the sun, He will paint the endless sea.
A mystery to me
Not dreaming what he sees
He will fall down on his knees
Angel touching ground
Takes him to the other side
Sweet love is coming down.
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