My steps are soft and slow
Yet also they are strong
They leave the past behind
They right where they've been wrong
My hands are stained
Yet they will learn to break these chains
Heal the heart that bleeds
Fight until they're free
Even the mountains crumble
Even the seas will dry
Can you hear the thunder in the valley
Can you hear the whisper in the leaves
Sounds like fate, a daring doom on us holds
Sounds like wishful warnings of old souls
Sounds like wishful warnings of old souls
I'm nearly breaking
From this dream in which I range
I have got a chance
I have got to change
My hope in reality
Comes flowing from my dreams
Those who can't chase clay
You'll know what I mean
Listen the wheels are turning
Where are these rockets burning
Can you hear the thunder in the valley
Can you hear the whisper in the leaves
Sounds like fate, a daring doom on us holds
Sounds like wishful warnings of old souls
Sounds like wishful warnings of old souls
