Hair shining silver, crows' feet hang from your eyes
Filled with wonder of past years of circumstance aligned
Passing through
Passing through
Children and grasses growing listen to what they need
In the whisper, in the rustling, they say a part is me
Passing through
Passing through
Passing through
Passing through
Driving in the skyline, remnants of a dream
Slow down, get out, try to be at ease
Passing through
Passing through
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