Discover A New Perspective
Rain drops on the window;
Telling you something you can't know
Like grass, the water grows.
Leaves fall, with nothing to show.
Ask, and I will say nothing.
Sing, and I will be humming.
Move, and I will be still.
Rain falls on the window,
Speaking that which you already know;
The water, like the grass; grows.
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...
