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All is still, it’s oh so still, the moon is watching every move of mine
Dawn is black as ravens, wind has fallen
Over worn and dusty meadows, by and by the air is getting thin
I’m alive
It is getting cold
I heard it on the radio
The sun is fading out
and leaves are turning apricot
Take my hand
United we’re invincible
I am wide awake
when dreams are everything we’ve got
Home
Where all the broken flowers grow
Home
Where being scared is being bold
Home
Soil under our naked feet
Home
Where all the broken flowers grow
That is home
I am tossing all the wisdom, all that I’ve been told forever since
Words with jaded colors, jagged edges
Now I’m building me, and I will never let me fall apart
I stand firm
Home
Where all the broken flowers grow
Home
Where being scared is being bold
Home
Soil under our naked feet
Home
Where all the broken flowers grow
That is home