Far away,
far away across the plains of the fields filled with grain
Harvest
rice with these lights. What we have seen is where memories remain
Do you
recall where we have been? Have the sad things made an ending
Or maybe
something new? A place to begin.
In the
palm of tiny hands is a strength that exceeds anything that anyone can ever
feel
On the day
that I cried beneath the trees that blossomed thereI realized that light was
real
Even if
this hand is small, I’ll hold on to all these memories that glow and fill my
fragile heart
And when
that one day arrives, I’ll go and run to you even if we’re both apart
Season
change within one breath. Cold winds blow till there’s nothing left
Still I
feel warmth in one thing; the promise in a song of coming spring
I feel in
this tiny hand, my strength and courage flows, protecting me from my doubts and
all my fears
My wet
cheeks are all the proof of all the things I’ve felt, all my smiles and falling
tears
Even in
this tiny hand, I can hold all the things I recall and treasure them eternally
On a new
day I will seek the feelings buried deep within each held memory
In this
tiny palm of mine, I hold the guide that leads to the place where I once stood
right beside you
Would you
like to travel there and let me take you to that one place where dreams come
true?
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