Aug 2014
Windmills of the shadows
Turn by turn they dance
Past the lost fragrance
Future is the mystic in trance
Today is the sun you hold
Hold it high to sparkle then
the shadows have no chance
Turn by turn they dance
Past the lost fragrance
Future is the mystic in trance
Today is the sun you hold
Hold it high to sparkle then
the shadows have no chance
The past is cold , future unborn in the mould , today is what you hold !!
