Jul 2014
How long will the road go?
The sky is singing for meβ¦
As this tumbling machine stretches
Into the lengths of the everlasting abyss,
The winds caress skin,
I am home.
The sky is singing for meβ¦
As this tumbling machine stretches
Into the lengths of the everlasting abyss,
The winds caress skin,
I am home.
