Rob Cavestany Naturally
There comes a time in life
That one must face alone
Leave the past behind
Enter the unknown
Move on toward the light
That guides the weary soul
Let the wings take flight
Let the rhythm flow
Naturally
Like a river
Like the sea
Like the wind
What lies ahead tomorrow
Within the crystal ball
Happiness or sorrow
Rise above or fall
Move on toward the light
That guides the weary soul
Let the wings take flight
Let the rhythm flow
Naturally
Like a river
Like the sea
Like the wind
Naturally
Like a river
Like the sea
Like the wind
Naturally
Like a river
Like the sea
Like the wind
