What a simple mess these words can be, are they real or just a breeze
I walk a mile and run for three but then its all over and history
Crazy is the world and crazy is me but none is so lazy as this simple plee
Hush all the noise listen and see, that my one wish is this and you to be free
Why all the fuss and rush and such, when all I want is my destiny
Cant we be still silent and ponder, what it all means to quietly wonder
Stumble we fall but soon and not far its only a quest of our serenity
Humble we are to travel this far to find its a journey for our sanity
Pleased to be back its not done just yet, for theres still that long flight in the sky
Heaven bound I sit in the clouds and find its been a hell of a ride.
Oct 26, 2011
Oct 26, 2011 at 11:20 PM UTC
What a simple mess these words can be, are they real or just a breeze
I walk a mile and run for three but then its all over and history
Crazy is the world and crazy is me but none is so lazy as this simple plee
Hush all the noise listen and see, that my one wish is this and you to be free
Why all the fuss and rush and such, when all I want is my destiny
Cant we be still silent and ponder, what it all means to quietly wonder
Stumble we fall but soon and not far its only a quest of our serenity
Humble we are to travel this far to find its a journey for our sanity
Pleased to be back its not done just yet, for theres still that long flight in the sky
Heaven bound I sit in the clouds and find its been a hell of a ride.
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