Through the meadows where the wild flowers grow,
you run with the winds so free.
To the place apon the shore,there by the sea.
you run, run to the sun
searching for the holy one.
You climb the mountains,way above the clouds,
to the highest peek.
You run with the winds that carry you
to the one you seek.
You run, run to the sun
searching for the divine one.
You follow the rainbow to the other side,
searching for the sun.
You run with the winds across eternity,
searching for the one.
You run, run to the sun
searching for the great one.
You search for the places where the light shines through,
where you can feel the one inside of you.
High and low,through night and day,
the light is there to show the way.
You run,run to the sun
searching for the one.
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