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I believe in the rest of the story I believe there's still ink in the pen I have wasted my very last day Trying to change what happened way back when I believe it's the human condition We all need to have answers to why More than ever, I'm ready to say that I Will still sleep peacefully With answers out of reach from me until? Someday all that's crazy All that's unexplained Will fall into place And someday all that's hazy Through a clouded glass Will be clear at last And sometimes we're just waiting For someday We are born with a lingering hunger We are born to be unsatisfied We are strangers who can't help but wander And dream about the other side of? Every puzzle's missing piece Every unsolved mystery More than half of every whole Rests in the Hands that hold you for someday? From Letras Mania