SPEAD YOUR WINGS
YOU CAN FLY
BUT THE DOVE
IS NEVER FREE
IN PAINTED SKIES
THAT SHADE
THE COLOR OF
YOUR DREAM
SPEAD YOUR WINGS
YOU CAN FLY
BUT THE DOVE
IS NEVER FREE
IN PAINTED SKIES
THAT SHADE
THE COLOR OF
YOUR DREAM
SHE AWAKENS
FROM A DREAM
TO A SILENT ROOM
WHERE SHADOWS SPEAK
OF MEMORIES
TIMES HAVE CHANGED AND TIMES ARE STRANGE HERE I COME BUT I AIN'T THE SAME MAMA, I'M COMING HOME