Picture Of Our Youth

We walk to the river And rinse the dirt from our feet The path cuts through the Trees which shield relief We'll claim this hidden ground as our own Yes we'll claim this hidden ground as our home. We're never turning back to the place that we've come

All of these dream that I have searched, Lie over the mountains. But the sun on my skin makes me want to stay. For my mind that absorbs the things I have read, Is confused when my heart wont aline with my head. Summer comes, kissed the fields. But th