Jul 2012
Smiling forward towards the sun,
Now you see what you've become.
Chosen fate you can't decide,
The earth opens, a mile wide.
Something rises, takes your hand,
Slowly smile as you descend.
Now you see what you've become.
Chosen fate you can't decide,
The earth opens, a mile wide.
Something rises, takes your hand,
Slowly smile as you descend.
