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A New Land, a refuge of saftey
Sanctuary
Dry the rivers that run deel endlessly
Children run with tides and angels
Who pick them up as they soar away
Sanctuary
When the sun begins to set and the night comes
They fly away
I sit upon a snow-capped mountain
And watch the time fall to my worn feet
If I look behind me, will I again see into your eyes?
Sanctuary
Where pain and fear
Turn to tears
And soar away with my eagles and my children.