Seasons will rain proportional matter As singularity lacks space until it?s forgotten Violet light manifests in itself in patterns All can be everything
A day remains a day no matter how long the life, so why worry about what a day may bring forth. Looking at the hole within yourself, though right at
there are some who are walking on a tightrope of inevitability, wearing a persona sewn with threads of blind reason, and cultivating landscapes whose
When I see a sunset, I see the past as the future I see the rotation of the earth and all the angles of the wind I notice lives unchanged and come to
there has been a small cost on such a big day walking on ground as one of us living with peril and live?s lost saving all of us from acting just like
Left us no more important that right As right is not undoubtedly the correct way Distance can be a line Through the space amid two points in a sphere :
There is a time for evereything under the sun As it shines for you and for me Now is the time for holy war Now is the time for peace Live and let live
Soledad Red Give the trees their key to green, The color seen Humans are tree with different leaves, With differing shades of which each one perceives
What is it like? What's your defense? One of you says... Says "look at this glass, it's half empty" But one of you says... Says "look at this carafe,
We make the oceans sometimes, our sea We're poised aloft every swell, blindly We're in the same boat And we all share the same oars We still stake our
there has been a small cost on such a big day walking on ground as one of us living with peril and live's lost saving all of us from acting just like
A couple of words, just letters that are human in Denomination... A dumb stare may show either A lack of understanding or a sign of genius Divinity rests
Welcome to your life You better watch your steps Well, they could turn to fire That could sear through your shoes And through your feet Move up your
Fault lines formed through pride Leave no room for the divine It took seven day for tears to make waves :chorus: Don't stand for nothing and try To build
Beneath a flowering Ash, Or beneath a lonely Oak We will set sail the prairie :chorus: We can gallop upon the sea If you realize what this means It
Broke down and it's hard to relay The emptiness of fate Not knowing where to turn Street lamps seem to guide the way As if to a better place for now :
Tonight like any other Yet sometimes between steps The world speaks, Though few listen Our sense of being, And when they look at me What do they see (