Texty

Forget the stories you were told There's no such thing as tomorrow Who knows what the future has to hold Don't let it borrow from today Relax your mind Breath in and find You are alive That is the prize If you should find yourself alone Reduced to worry, fear, and hate Remember, you were always home Your destination is the way Relax your mind Breath in and find You are alive And that is the prize
Writer(s): Zachary Flynn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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