Avenue of Hope

Along the avenue of hope
The footsteps falter, the fingers grope
and the days stretch out beneath the sun.
No one's born & no one dies;
no one loves, so no one cries,
and we wait to see just what we will become.

Don't let me falter, don't let me ride,
Don't let the earth in me subside,
Let me see just who I will become.

You're like the clouds in my hometown,
You just grow fat and hang around
and your days stretch out beneath the sun.
And no one's born & no one dies;
no one loves, so no-one cries
and we wait to see just what we will become.
Don't let me borrow, don't let me bring,
Don't let me wallow, don't make me sing,
Let me see just who I will become.

Don't let me falter, don't let me hide,
Don't let someone else decide
Just who or what I will become.
Don't make'em borrow, don't make'em bring,
Don't let them wallow, don't let them sing.
Let them stretch out beneath the sun.
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