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I hear babies laughing before they're born There's a mother crying whose heart is torn Hear the distance calling a future man He will travel back when he can Looked at death and traded this life for love Shook his hand and looked to the skies above Heard the future calling a simple man He says its just part of his plan Shake the earth like a sheet Blow the match out and see Mountains will fall from clouds to seas It's only the world as it seems It's a penniless way to understand Frozen faced in mirrors of healing hands Went from shadow-writing to finding grace Each desperate to find our own place