Pass on

From the deaths we sing
From the mud and murk
As darkness passes by,
We know our shame
To pass on here
To fall away
To rise from here,
On and on we know_
Born to feel this way
Born to know this pain
Born to know this death

Waiting for that day;
The day we fly away;
Never feel that shame
Just come with me
take my hand
Wait no more

Known to find the line,
Cross that path
Choose your side
Then make your bed
Find your sleep
Take your dreams
Just find your way
Just float away_,

Tell them what you find
show them how you feel,
find your words
find yourself
know those words
keep them close.
speak them now


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Note* commas indicate change in tempo semi colleens indicate pause

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