After the long journey he turned his head upwards and saw something Something shining Small glistening streaks of light illuminated his tired face It wasn't an illusion It wasn't a memory This warmth was real but after all this time he forgot how it feels Not entirely believing that this could be the end he reached the surface and finally saw his reflectionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.