Time has its way of teaching all Expand and recede and carry on Moving through life Only to forget and let go All things gone, all lost With one’s face to the wind Giving pieces away What does one become — Every time in this way as we erode? Presence I crave I slowly dissolve Unreplenished and erased Here what could grow? I draw back Autonomy is exile The fruit withers on the vine Lose hope Lose virtue Just lose Hold tight to memories Lose love Lose warmth Once apparent: now fade LoseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
