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In Recognition - Miss May I
The sand surrounding my feet
Drifting in the wind looking on the
Ocean as the waves roll by
The same now as before over and over again
Meaning washed away with the hands of time
Always the same Always the same
I miss the sight of the faces I know
Their voices are the sounds that I cannot let go
So far away that silence is all that I fear
I hear them now he sound is so perfectly clear
My thoughts everywhere but hear distant from where I am
The path I follow now I've already seen
The same now as before over and over again
Meaning washed away with the hands of time
These will not become memories
They will not be unfamiliar to me
These will not become memories
Because they are everything to me
Always the same
I miss the sight of the faces I know
Their voices are the sounds that I cannot let go
So far away that silence is all that I fear
I hear them now the sound is so perfectly clear
