I dream alone at night of those who have walked the sands of time.
I’ve listened to the stories of the old.
The knowledge here behind our fear that’s hidden behind our eyes.
Is stronger through the lessons we’ve been told.
All that my eyes see, someone else’s dreams.
The fear of change is what remains
This clutching to the past.
You see it in the eyes of young and old.
Still I dream of other things
I’ll walk the burning sands to find truth or deny what I’ve been told.
Never will I grieve for things I believe.
I yet have no clear way to go.
Though it’s clear that I walk alone.
Fear is real or imagined will I find?
Reveal to me the truth I see an end to what I know.
Let me touch on wisdom in my mind.
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Music and Lyrics by Ron Skeen and Billy Sharp