We opt for peace – it never works out. Discrepancies lead us to inhabit doubt. I'll coincide if it means i can learn To understand what i cannot discern. How i long for a rapid escape. I need more than familiar face.
Do i already know the ground i roam? (pay witness to memories rising from words on a page) i could be wrong. (my youth is a dove that cries to be freed from its cage) We risk it all (in the hope that we find satisfaction at a later stage) Oh how we were wrong – We are the modern age.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
