Windows, to the world are what we're looking through
Who knows, if what we find is true
Seeing, is believing as some people say
Knowing, is to get a better view

For the windows of the world
Are never open all the way
And the voices of the past
Are not forgotten
Till you leave it all behind you
You will never see the day
'Cause your life is on the line

Tasting, of the wine of some forbidden fruit
Reaping, the sorrows that we sowReaching, to the stars will never bring us home
Teaching, what we really could not know


Touching, we are moving to the things we feel
Trying, to be what we could never be

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