Light at the end of tunnels,
Glowing in my eyes...
Beauty of the desert rose,
Think of thoughts you want to know...
In two years would life be?
Will the sun explode, will we see...
I can nuture you if you will nuture me.
I can give to you if you can take from me...
Can the wind blow in the other direction,
Away from my rising imperfection...
The winter wind blows against my face
The tear weeps, it leaves no trace...
4 enclosed colours.
Colours of isolation...
One day we will all leave this earth
so we must live life for all it is worth...
My eyes will close but I cannot sleep,
my mouth will move but I cannot speak...
I use to sit around in younger days
and think of life...
It glides silently
Hinting at a raging storm...
*ATTENTION*
IT'S TRUE...