winter_white_wolf_pup
New member
I dont believe a single word
nor the slice from a single sword
from the sky to the core
I almost believe in nature
I have been called immature
refusing to believe all this folk-lore
or the ripples made by two oars
but can you really blame me more
than one who sits, watches from the shore?
if I am a wave than you are a slave
I break, you make
I grow, you sow
what is it in the end?
these messages we send
but I know its alright
even the end in sight
even the door with light
or the cold, dark night
nothing is the beginning
if nothing is the end
nothing to ring
for the resonance to pretend
nor the slice from a single sword
from the sky to the core
I almost believe in nature
I have been called immature
refusing to believe all this folk-lore
or the ripples made by two oars
but can you really blame me more
than one who sits, watches from the shore?
if I am a wave than you are a slave
I break, you make
I grow, you sow
what is it in the end?
these messages we send
but I know its alright
even the end in sight
even the door with light
or the cold, dark night
nothing is the beginning
if nothing is the end
nothing to ring
for the resonance to pretend