Some angels don’t fly – Some martyrs don’t die
Some dreamers, they never sleep – some dry eyes cry.
Some folks are believers in nothing at all
Some blind men see very clearly the writing on the wall.
Sometimes there’s no time to do what we do
And if we’re not careful some lies will come true.
No man is as tall as the buildings they build
No hole is as deep as a dream unfilled.
The future we’re facing was built yesterday
And in the blink of an eye this will all pass away.
Private Stock(c) 1997
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