The horizon
Not to reach or get
Seems to me I held it
In my hand
The sunshine
Quickly runs from me
I wish I was as fast
As it could be
Certainly we’ll fly – this piece of freedom is to buy
Myth of flight will fall – people like us, we will be standing tall
Among all those who are to crawl
The treachery -
The thing that I can stand
You are not afraid of thieves
If all you owe is sand
One true love
Don’t believe but try
The happiness is where
The Earth meets the sky
Things will get too clear – so you won’t wanna even hear
The pure truth is harm – the lie leads you straightly to calm
Like it’s written on your palm………
The horizon
© Copyright: Fintrolz, 2004
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