Self-Care
And in the end, when we have yielded ourselves, abandoned children
Unforgiving, of our forefather's shortcomings
In that spell when we can see clearly once again, all is as it once was
It's just the beginning, we are the same no matter what's lost
We are infinitely, the love of scattered dreams of children left to play
And when we reconnect, all illusion will make perfect sense
In that spell when we no longer see ourselves nature is revealed
All our pain, and all of our dread will shed it's skin
But until then all of our fears will move along, up till inspiration
Exposes the light and reveals all the mysteries
We're infinitely, the love of scattered dreams - children left to play
Let's reconnect, for illusion to make sense
The active force behind the spell is what's keeping us all asleep
Doers of the dream, awake
And we will see the past as it is just beginning
No greater love than to love the child within
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