whispers

One of those days,
when my dreams feel like they're floating on the breeze;
And my heart just cries out,
to be wrapped in arms of love.

'Cause I've walked these old roads before,
And I've talked this same talk before.
Still each step I take, leads me home,
And there's whispers of the journey's end.

Feels so strange;
to have it all, yet know it all is yet to be.
Still my heart just cries out,
to breathe eternal peace.

'Cause I've walked these old roads before,
And I've talked this same talk before.
Still each step I take, leads me home,
And there's whispers of the journey's end.

... there's whispers of the journey's end.