a fountain of our lives. as clouds
cross with time. an endless tide
will sway. sacred notes will sound
imaginations open wide. somebody said it's best when
the things we leave behind. i look up to the skies
voices in my mind. as clouds
cross with time. an endless tide
will sway. sacred notes will sound. imaginations open wide. somebody said it's only voices
in my mind. the things we leave behind. somebody said it's best when
the things we leave behind.