Somewhere in the quiet corners of the world,
I feel a soul that matches mine
a heartbeat walking toward me
though we’ve never met in time.
I feel a soul that matches mine
a heartbeat walking toward me
though we’ve never met in time.
It’s a fairy-land belief, I know,
a dream stitched with star-light threads
yet I keep it warm within my chest,
a hope my heart still gently spreads.
Maybe you breathe beneath the same sky,
maybe you dream a dream like mine…
and someday, when the world is kind,
your path and mine will finally align.
Until then, I’ll keep dreaming
for dreams are where you exist,
a soft, unseen promise
I refuse to resist.
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