Most stories have a hero who finds you make your past your past

Some kind of magic happens late at night
When the moon smiles down on me and bathes me in its light

I fell asleep beneath you in the tall blades of grass
When I woke the world was new,  I never had to ask

Most kind of stories save the best part for last
Most stories have a hero who finds you make your past your past
You make your past your past

It's a brand new day, the sun is shining, it's a brand new day
For the first time in such a long, long time I know I'll be okay


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