old leaves falling
Old leaves falling, autumn wich is life at present.
An ever loved youth disappearing, spring long behind…
Time in circles, dawns wrapped up into new beginnings.
Nobody can describe into words what it is, ‘The essence’.
Is there a need, to explain? To survive on a spiritual plane?
Tell me, what is being sane? Tell me, what is being brave?
Holding on, just because we don’t know any better…?
Talking hearts, far over the clouds of the silent ego…
An ever loved youth disappearing, spring long behind…
Time in circles, dawns wrapped up into new beginnings.
Nobody can describe into words what it is, ‘The essence’.
Is there a need, to explain? To survive on a spiritual plane?
Tell me, what is being sane? Tell me, what is being brave?
Holding on, just because we don’t know any better…?
Talking hearts, far over the clouds of the silent ego…
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| Auteur: pescini | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 september 2006 | ||
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