Handicapped words try to find a stick to lean on to make sense is when the wild angels dance around the burning flames of the song
Memories turn dark and disappear in to the deep blues is when the breathe finds its way into the thin airs and then in to the dark clouds
Memories turn dark and disappear in to the deep blues is when the breathe finds its way into the thin airs and then in to the dark clouds
Standing behind the giant walls of fate lies the hope staring at the bright clouds for a
silver line to show up is when the rains find their way home
Time stretches far and beyond the reach and sight is when the voice diminishes in to the depths of the woods built in the hearts
Time stretches far and beyond the reach and sight is when the voice diminishes in to the depths of the woods built in the hearts
Lips let the anchor down never to smile yet the little faith treasured inside brute forces the anchor to move is when gamble of life begins
A promise made not to let the tears run for free echoes between ME and ME is when the world starts to look static
When the words you speak crumble yet sound sane is when the maturity has taken its true form
Palms fold hard but not to fight, the fist resembling the most important thing to protect is when you find the way
None to stand by the side to understand the untold story inside is when the true friend shows up, that's YOUrself
As you lay asleep but the dreams once the naked eye dream no longer tend to look as beautiful is when they make their way out, transparent and calm as they move
Questions hit the shore of the inner world trying to destroy the answers being sought is when the fight begins to conquer the kingdom inside, like a cold war
Insane are the dreams and hope when quoted by the never seen face of the self is when the true YOU begin to speak
Dripping waters can be heard as clearly as the drum and the chord is when the self finds a new world with in
Shared smile turn to darken from with in is when the world is confined
Lone sail on the oceans of the new world seem to be quiet and promising is when you find the true company, YOU and ART
Standing on the new grounds looking at the dawn of the new life is when the new story is painted
Like the music being composed out of the solidity chosen from the crowded past is when the drag seem to vanish
Wings tend to grow little by little as the age falls in love with time is when the air seems to welcome the new flight to asunder the opinions
Rend the thoughts shouts the soul is when the poetry seems to lay its first sight on the inner world
No wonder the innocent souls seem to laugh at the depth of the poetry is when the glory of the art is lifted to heavens !
