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Mother hold me. I think I need to cry

Father help me. I have to get things right

Sorry son, sorry honey. Ain't got time to worry

Was afraid of these answers. I fell into a stare

Today I'm standing at the house where I grew up

Mother's dead. Father too

The fear is still here

And I look up the tree in front of me

Watching the treehouse father built for me

I'm climbing in

The fear just flies away

All my senses obey

Lovely creatures guide my way

They teach me how to cry

How to get all things right

How you learn to love the night

I wonder how it comes. Is this my second chance

Tell me am I dreaming or lost inside time

I pass the parts of life. It really cuts me like knife

I see my life in ruins. The world around me turms

Surrounded by angels I reach a special point

Above me my parents I look at with delight

Suddenly I see so clear

Hate just turns to understanding

Sweat on my skin as I awake from my dream

Throught the dust I see the treehouse

And memories are coming back again

Now I stand here at their grave. I'm crying

I've learned to forgive and to love

I'm watching sunset's beautiful horizon

The evil's lost the good has won tonight

Seasons change and tides have turned

No one can deny his own changes

When I'm down I know a place

To wash away the sins I've perpetrated

I've learned to forgive and to love

Treehouse /

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