A silver tree lies in the scorching sun
As the haze gazes through the window
A night' sweet lullaby
Oozing out in the belly's light
Far from home
Far from home

Fellow deer runs through the forest
As if chambers had nothing done wrong
But the heart lies,
oh yes it does,
to passerbies, passerbies they die

As one might lie
In a riddle of hope

Phantoms haunt the dreams of a child
And the child lingers
in the heart of a cradle
As candles light a blazing light
Like the sun
The scorching sun!

Felllow sheep crossing on a field
As mothers find their babies weep
Heathens spread their feathers still
As fathers find their babies dead

They call it
Miracle

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