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ust Follow the road pass the oak
thats were she lives
a shakel o brack is not a home
still some dreams carry wings
if she open the door
if she took the risk
then here dreams will take here thru the storm
thru the storms

She remembers as a wife being held
made here feel safe
memories are the only thing left
soon everything turns to night
life so brief
flows away as a leaf
only memories to take here thru the storm
thru the storms

Everyone is born to die
but the more you seek
are wise and try to do whats right
memories and blessings are yours to keep
they open the trap
help you to cope
and even pull you thru the storm
thru the storms