Still the wind will carry you
Over the bridges far away
Over the rainbow and over the rain
And I'm still under the clouds
And living the grey
It pushes back my tears
Into eyes long unseen
And I am pulled back onto my fears
Like scattered sighs upon the breeze
And heavily you lightly rise
And are taken by the unknown gaze
And they are parted, one hundred ways
But the stone is set, and the sword is broken
And so time will pass, with no-one to break the day
And as the skies fall
And the earth seems too small
For you to run away
I still ask just one thing
Leave the haze of my memories and let me be free
Not as Mehdi,
But as me.
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