Better Days
The late afternoon breeze
Brings a familiar scent
Great Britain it seems
Is just a fading memory
Those childhood moments
So deep inside my being
Make me feel a little more human
A past life
Of which I left behind
To pursue this dream of mine
To save the world one at a time
I aim high
But have lost the will to fly
I must find my wings again
So I may soar the starry sky
On the winds of faith
That bring me this familiar scent
This summer afternoon
Reminds me of what I want
The crow cries
As dusk is on its way
The stars will guide this path
For me to find a better day
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