Through deserts to Oasis
My rolling stone gotta do its way,
He’s never back to basis,
And I love the way he prays.
He asks for the saving wind
Some say, he’s homeless
But home of his is a pint
Of joy, forever tearless…
My rolling stone,
You’re not here,
But still I don’t feel alone
Rolling your way from there,
You are still in my tic-tac zone…
rollin 2 my tic-tac zone...
© Copyright: Алиса Дениз Геже, 2006
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