Dec 2018
I see you guide me to light
I suppose you are all right
But I shall say something I feel
I know You talk false
Found by the ground
Fond of smiles, all around
Across miles, aspect of my fair vision
I lived by rare moments piled in sleep
I know the end calls
I suppose you are all right
But I shall say something I feel
I know You talk false
Found by the ground
Fond of smiles, all around
Across miles, aspect of my fair vision
I lived by rare moments piled in sleep
I know the end calls
Speaking of where someone belongs and where the roots are always results in a humble journey all throughout.
