Je croise des reves, je croise des gens, je croise des morts et des vivants. Le jour se leve en emportant de la poussiere, des ossements. Sous les mensonges
Je crois des reves, je crois des gens Je crois des morts et des vivants Le vent se leve en emportent De la poussiere, des ossements Sous les mensonges
Come watch the trees explode in the morning's burning glory Listen to the dawn as it builds the beginning of my story Nothing lasts forever, at least
Angels from the realms of glory Wing your flight over all the earth Ye who sang creation?s story Now proclaim Messiah?s birth Shepherds, in the fields
See The Glory Eph. 1: 18; 2 Cor. 4: 6, 6: 1 I never did like the word mediocre I never wanted it to be said of me, oh, no Just point me to the job