In the Hands of Time - Allen Lande

Holding on to my dream

Winter is coming to me

If there’s a mountain I must climb it

And that’s the way it must be

Day after day holding on

Night after night out of sight

Like a lifetime away I will never stop

Reaching for my dream

In the hands of time we’re chosen ones

Every chance is for us to find

In the hands of time we’re chosen ones

Never stop reaching when dream shades its light

Eternally a lifetime away

But I keep holding on

I can’t walk away from this dream

Looking through my window pane

Singing through the pouring rain

Since I realize I’ve been nothing to gain

And there’s no one to blame

I reach for mountain’s peaks

And yet I’ve just learnt to fly

And I’m staring at all these occupations

I must be losing my mind

In the hands of time we’re chosen ones

Every chance is for us to find

In the hands of time we’re chosen ones

Never stop reaching when dream shades its light

Eternally a lifetime away

But I keep holding on

I can’t walk away from this dream

In the hands of time

In the hands of time

In the hands of time

My mind

In the hands of time we’re chosen ones

Every chance is for us to find

In the hands of time we’re chosen ones

Never stop reaching when dream shades its light

Eternally a lifetime away

But I keep holding on

I can’t walk away from this dream

In the hands of time

In the hands of time

In the hands of time