Feb 2014
Here
We have to die
Many times to survive.
Death can be seen
Dancing in our eyes.
Life is a golden glow
That sparkles when fires blow.
Dreams are the flying dust
That keeps moving in the air.
We have to die
Many times to survive.
Death can be seen
Dancing in our eyes.
Life is a golden glow
That sparkles when fires blow.
Dreams are the flying dust
That keeps moving in the air.
