Where,
where do you turn?
Where,
where is the place
to find,
find yourself strong?
Then,
when will you learn?
The voice inside isn't wrong.
The voice
inside isn't wrong.
Rush of the rain and the blaze of the sun.
That's the strength of a beating heart.
Rise of the
mountains and crashes of thunder.
Why have you wandered so far away?
And how, how can it be?
You hold the answer you
won't embrace.
Stained glass voices beating drum.
Rush of the rain and the blaze of the sun.
and crashes of thunder.
