Discover A New Perspective
Dreams float in the sea
Distant lands and trees of green
are ever pondered
Are we clay to be found and played,
Sins of metal hold fast in the storm;
The stone in your way is one you've made.
The birds sing bright words
Their death reaches the far depths
Death is life, life is death
The roads in the tree
lead nowhere, and everywhere
Seek them out, and see
Coal and oilsmoke,
Gods and idiots fulfill dreams
The stars speak; nothing
I wonder, I wonder If in the depths of our slumber, We ever dream to cease our ceaseless number. Perhaps our questions are naught but answers, Perhaps answers are naught but questions, Our pride is pr
I am scratched and itched, and old and young; I am the red greened apples, And love high-strung. There can be no words that pump as the heart does; Flesh and Fire, The forge of God's young.
I heard it before, Once long ago; Come and get me... The night grew young, And the dew was ripe; Come and get me... A voice not found is one that can always be heard; Come and get me...
