As sure as fate. As all draws to a close. A momentous weight. As an era goes. . Homeward bound am I. But will my heart ever be?. The sands have run out.
Through this old skylight our eyes are open wide. The sky bespangled in the rain. And we feel called upon but interests collide. Not much to lose, a lot to gain.
In this illusive game. Latent worlds are waiting just for you. So won't you join?. Don't ponder over things that might be new. . It's stronger than a vivid dream.
He was named Nineteenhundred 'TD'. In the ship's belly lies his cradle. Had no birthday and no land for home. The ocean has no bounds Virginian sounds.
Here I can hear a pin drop, silence is my friend. Have not found a helping hand. And I, I can paint in gloomy colors that will stain. But will one of them remain?.