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Waking up at the break of day
With memories of a life that’s passed
Moving up to the light of day
See the vision of my home at last

My eyes, the sight
With the towers of hope all dreams come true
With wings in flight
Looking down upon my birth anew

Reaching out to hold his hand
In his eyes the truth, there flows the love
For it all, I take his hand
As all time stands still the face above

My eyes, the sight
With the towers of hope all dreams come true
With wings in flight
Looking down upon my birth set free