Haven from Forsaken Lands by Pilgrims of Yearning

When I wake up tomorrow
I’d like to feel the sun shining on me
To breath the fresh air flowing down the mountain
Under the sky so blue that will mend my heart

Oh how I wish their filthy voices
For one day would be shut down
And all I could hear were the woods soughing

An autumn morning
Leaves whooshing through the roads
They play with birds
Show them some new songs

Chorus:
I just need a beacon that breaks the night
While walking such a strenuous journey
A prairie, so balmy and endless where I can lay
And release and loosen my clenched old hands

The rain blinds my eyes
Cleans my sore feet
It covers me with its cloak
Full of mercy

Gently, like kind genies
The quietness, the blankness
The quietness, the blankness, the quietness
Take over my veins
I let myself go smiling

Chorus:
I just need a beacon that breaks the night
While walking such a strenuous journey
A prairie, so balmy and endless where I can lay

I just need a beacon to guide the journey
A balmy prairie to take a break
And release my hands

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