[00:28.56]Walk through the hills
[00:33.43]The ones so golden, the ones beholdin'
[00:43.75]The fondest memories of yesteryear
[00:55.37]And I will follow you
[01:00.83]You know I won't fear, I'm growing up my dear
[01:11.13]And starting to hear my own direction
[01:25.43]Finally, there's something I can hold onto that isn't broken
[01:38.83]It's in my hand, the smallest grain of sand
[01:44.57]Becomes a Hidden Treasure
[01:53.24]So write me a letter
[01:59.19]One I'll save forever inside these broken drawers
[02:09.42]The ones that I find that make me smile
[02:19.87]And don't file me away
[02:26.40]With things forgotten, things old and rotten
[02:36.83]'Cause I was the one you could really talk to
[02:47.27]Here in the now
[02:50.43]Finally, there's something I can hold onto that isn't broken
[03:04.54]It's in my hand, the smallest grain of sand
[03:10.27]Becomes a Hidden Treasure
[03:40.36]Why are we severe
[03:45.11]To the one's we hold dear and closest to our hearts?
[03:55.78]Always biting the hands that feed us
[04:05.99]When here in the now
[04:09.36]Finally, there's something you can hold onto that isn't broken
[04:23.27]In your hand, the smallest grain of sand
[04:29.07]Becomes a Hidden Treasure