So much life
flows in you
an amazing green forest..
see how this bitter life..
still bleeds
one wasted
existence
where the time has different needs
passing by the springtime
until this winter..
i'm on a last stone
in a forgotten land..
it's time to have silence as God..
can we really learn to BELIEVE?
i can see the flyn' wind
new moon abscending
and i want my place
when I will be there
WHEN I WILL BE THERE..
THANK YOU
