(Pat Robinson, Robert Varney)

Somewhere sits, where such things wait
Not asleep, not awake

Where it will be, but is not yet
Where it won't let us forget

Like a breath, we didn't take
The moment after, it's too late

Something that is and yet is not
Somewhere wants, what we've got

The beat of wings that have not flown
Will grow feathers and fly

Somewhere in the great unknown
Lies you and I

Out there someplace, not yet heard
Not unlike the unspoken word

Somewhere out there, on the run
That moment after, those yet to come

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