Notions towards the end of time fly by endlessly.
I think of the one who let it slip
in a realm in which i call my own i fly away
I remain open to whatever may cross my path
time is nearing, we all must now let go
and follow our spirits home.
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 2:16 PM UTC
Notions towards the end of time fly by endlessly.
I think of the one who let it slip
in a realm in which i call my own i fly away
I remain open to whatever may cross my path
time is nearing, we all must now let go
and follow our spirits home.
