One and the Same
Maybe I was dreaming, it's hard to tell.
Maybe I was wishing on an empty well.
Maybe I imagined this whole thing,
Maybe in the end it's all one and the same.
I heard a voice in the wind talking straight to my heart.
I stood high on a hill. I was left alone in the dark.
Many are the words so all can hear.
Many are the ways to see things clear.
There is a rose and there is a flame,
But in the end it's all one and the same.