My steps are soft and slow Yet also they are strong They leave the past behind They right where they've been wrong My hands are stained Yet they will learn to break these chains Heal the heart that bleeds Fight until they're free Even the mountains crumble Even the seas will dry Can you hear the thunder in the valley Can you hear the whisper in the leaves Sounds like fate, a daring doom on us holds Sounds like wishful warnings of old souls Sounds like wishful warnings of old souls I'm nearly breaking From this dream in which I range I have got a chance I have got to change My hope in reality Comes flowing from my dreams Those who can't chase clay You'll know what I mean Listen the wheels are turning Where are these rockets burning Can you hear the thunder in the valley Can you hear the whisper in the leaves Sounds like fate, a daring doom on us holds Sounds like wishful warnings of old souls Sounds like wishful warnings of old souls