So your time has come, has come today
Get out there and find your way
You were born just yesterday
And now you're on your own
Down the streets of empathy
I gather the wind to open up and breathe
But the canvas is empty and the painter
Watches from the window pane
Put your dreams in a bundle let them be
The brightest light when you can't see
Face your own reality
You're the guide you need
Down the streets of empathy
I gather the wind to open up and breathe
But the canvas is empty and the painter
Watches from the window pane
Traveler, voyager beggarman
Out in a world you still don't understand
All the pages waiting to be seen
But the writer hid the spectacles you cannot read
A Lifelong Journey - Streets of Empathy Lyrics
A Lifelong Journey - Streets of Empathy Lyrics
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So your time has come, has come today
Get out there and find your way
You were born just yesterday
And now you're on your own
Down the streets of empathy
I gather the wind to open up and breathe
But the canvas is empty and the painter
Watches from the window pane
Put your dreams in a bundle let them be
The brightest light when you can't see
Face your own reality
You're the guide you need
Down the streets of empathy
I gather the wind to open up and breathe
But the canvas is empty and the painter
Watches from the window pane
Traveler, voyager beggarman
Out in a world you still don't understand
All the pages waiting to be seen
But the writer hid the spectacles you cannot read
Get out there and find your way
You were born just yesterday
And now you're on your own
Down the streets of empathy
I gather the wind to open up and breathe
But the canvas is empty and the painter
Watches from the window pane
Put your dreams in a bundle let them be
The brightest light when you can't see
Face your own reality
You're the guide you need
Down the streets of empathy
I gather the wind to open up and breathe
But the canvas is empty and the painter
Watches from the window pane
Traveler, voyager beggarman
Out in a world you still don't understand
All the pages waiting to be seen
But the writer hid the spectacles you cannot read
Writer: Mauro Mugiati
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid