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God on high, hear my prayer.
In my need you have always been there.
He is young, he's afraid.
Let him rest, Heaven blessed.
Bring him home.
Bring him home.
Bring him home.
He's like the son I might have known
if God had granted me a son.
The summers die, one by one.
How soon they fly on and on.
And I am old and will be gone...
Bring him peace, bring him joy.
He is young. He is only a boy.
You can take. You can give.
Let him be. Let him live.
If I die, let me die.
Let him live.
Bring him home.
Bring him home.
Bring him home.
(music: Alain Boubil
Lyrics: Claude-Michel Schoenberg)
Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
Night is falling
You’ve come to journey's end
Sleep now
And dream of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across the distant shore
Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
All of your fears will pass away
Safe in my arms
You're only sleeping
What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come to carry you home
And all will turn
To silver glass
A light on the water
All souls pass
Hope fades
Into the world of night
Through shadows falling
Out of memory and time
Don't say: «We have come now to the end»
White shores are calling
You and I will meet again
And you'll be here in my arms
Just sleeping
What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come to carry you home
And all will turn
To silver glass
A light on the water
Grey ships pass
Into the West
(music/lyrics: Howard Shore, Fran Walsh, Annie Lennox)
Dream by night - Wish by day
Love begins this way.
Loving starts when open hearts touch, and stay.
Sleep for nowDreaming's how
Lover's lives are planned.
Future songs and flying dreams,
Hand, in hand.
Love it seems made flying dreams
So hearts, could soar.
Heaven sent
These wings were meant to prove, once more.
That love is the key....
Love is the key.
You and I touch the sky the eagle and the dove.
Nightingales we keep our sails filled with love.
And love it seems made flying dreams,
To bring you home to me....
Love it seems made flying dreams
So hearts, could soar.
Heaven sent
These wings were meant to prove, once more.
That love is the key....
Love is the key.
You and I touch the sky the eagle and the dove.
Nightingales we keep our sails filled with love.
Ever strong our future song, to sing it must be free.
Ev'ry part is from the heart, and love is still the key.
And love it seems made flying dreams
To bring you home to me....
(music: Jerry Goldsmith
Lyrics: Paul William)
That song reminds me of Aleksey and really his whole blessed family.
(slightly off topic, God Rest Jerry Goldsmith, Oscar-winning composer, 1929-2004)
Let me fall
Let me climb
There's a moment when fear
And dreams must collide
Someone I am
Is waiting for courage
The one I want
The one I will become
Will catch me
So let me fall
If I must fall
I won't heed your warnings
I won't hear them
Let me fall
If I fall
Though the phoenix may
Or may not rise
I will dance so freely
Holding on to no one
You can hold me only
If you too will fall
Away from all these
Useless fears and chains
Someone I am
Is waiting for my courage
The one I want
The one I will become
Will catch me
So let me fall
If I must fall
I won't heed your warnings
I won't hear
Let me fall
If I fall
There's no reason
To miss this one chance
This perfect moment
Just let me fall
(sung by Josh Groban, from Cirque Du Soleil's Quidam, you probably recognize it from my signature.)
