… and the prophecies will come true. Perhaps not today. Perhaps not tomorrow Or even in a hundred thousand years. But they will come true. And one day, All the stories will have been told, And all the songs will have been sung, And there will be nothing more to say. But until that day, Until that fateful day Of sorrow and darkness and eternal silence, There is no reason to fret. They are here, the stories. They are a part of us. Weaved into the tapestry of our existence, Weaved into the fabric of our souls. And so, Until the end creeps up on our stories, Let us make them worthwhile. Let us fill them with excitement and wonder, With passion, and laughter and love. Let us make them worthy of telling. Let us make them worthy of being lived.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
