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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