I Hope To Be Around
The Day We Grasp In Truth
The Nature Of Mind
Befriending Time, In Truth
In A Midway I Stand Where Many Stood
Only To Come Home Again
Walking Through These Streets I Know Too Well
But My Thoughts Stray Away
I Dream Of My Future
Remote From Time Bounds
Becoming Myself
Without Any End
I Dream Of My Future
Remote From Time Bounds
Becoming Myself In Truth
I Wonder At This Light
Enclosed In Our Soul, In Truth
And Bid Our Clay Remain
Soft As It Is, In Truth
In A Midway I Stand Where Many Stood
Only To Come Home Again
Walking Through These Streets I Know Too Well
But My Thoughts Stray Away
I Dream Of My Future
Remote From Time Bounds
Becoming Myself
Without Any End
I Dream Of My Future
Remote From Time Bounds
Becoming Myself In Truth
I Dream Of My Future
Remote From Time Bounds
Becoming Myself
Without Any End
I Dream Of My Future
Remote From Time Bounds
Becoming Myself In Truth