甜美，小提琴过门好听

A voice calls (softly )

It calls from within
To trust my (steps )
And to keep on dreaming

Around night falls

And all turns to (gray)
But I hold a (light )
To light my way

The sky is clear blue
No matter what we do
The ( road ) is long
But I see the light

That ( shines) at the end
The ( arms) reaching in 
I know that you

Are waiting for me

Though sorrows, troubles

May gather up (high) 
Broken glass (  pieces)
Fall from the sky

Memories so sad
Will hold something true
( shattered ) glass pieces 
Reflect something ( new )

La la la...
Doo doo doo...
Da da da...

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from the (start)