Every new year we
plant a golden tree of hope...
On the edges of a crumbling cloud,
lost I stood...
A proud, brave man, Freedom is his name,
on his knees atop the mountain plateau...
My heart aches from missing you. I don't know how...
I just want to bury my face in your chest, breathe...
A color,
a vision...
Maybe it was bopeep that killed her sheep
And maybe there’s a cannibal that looks after...