Long, Long Journey
Floating in the sky, I walk on the air like a shadow tip toes on the Earth.
I am holding very tight like I am riding the midnight blue.
All across the world, the village goes by like dreams; and rising up out of the ocean deep, a monster wakes from its sleep.
City lights shine on the harbor, it’s just like night has fallen down.
Through the darkness the valley snakes through the mountains and the ground.
I have a long, long way to go.
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