martes, febrero 03, 2004
Midnight Musings
Fear drops in without wiping his feet
but there is no door;
knocking on thin air voices are whispering-
Enter echoes, come in echoes
ride the whirlwind of my soul;
but remember it's just weather
and you're weaker than before.
Lost in the Wood between the Worlds.
Kind rocks will crush your heart;
fling it down and listen to destruction.
Where are we meant to be going?
Point out the path.
Fear drops in without wiping his feet
but there is no door;
knocking on thin air voices are whispering-
Enter echoes, come in echoes
ride the whirlwind of my soul;
but remember it's just weather
and you're weaker than before.
Lost in the Wood between the Worlds.
Kind rocks will crush your heart;
fling it down and listen to destruction.
Where are we meant to be going?
Point out the path.
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