Glass shattered by water on water from the skies,
Clouds interfere with the stars that are trying to shine.
Closer to the edge we’re drawn, where shallows drop off fast,
The stories of magnificents that fall beyond the past.
Farther from the waters there lives an old oak tree,
When wished upon by fathers will bring them what they need,
To any heart that has no greed, accepted by the tree,
So the myths will live on longer as they are unbelived.
So drawn unto the waves again, the depth of death remains,
The mystery that lies beyond, impure and carries pain,
Of travelers and sufferers and those who take their lives
The people that will laugh and scream, and call this all delight.
So walk on past the suds and **** see through the clouds at night,
There’s nothing that is stopping you, this isn’t urban Dwight,
Do stop to drink his wine again another day to lose,
If you step into the waters not watching how they move.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC
Glass shattered by water on water from the skies,
Clouds interfere with the stars that are trying to shine.
Closer to the edge we’re drawn, where shallows drop off fast,
The stories of magnificents that fall beyond the past.
Farther from the waters there lives an old oak tree,
When wished upon by fathers will bring them what they need,
To any heart that has no greed, accepted by the tree,
So the myths will live on longer as they are unbelived.
So drawn unto the waves again, the depth of death remains,
The mystery that lies beyond, impure and carries pain,
Of travelers and sufferers and those who take their lives
The people that will laugh and scream, and call this all delight.
So walk on past the suds and **** see through the clouds at night,
There’s nothing that is stopping you, this isn’t urban Dwight,
Do stop to drink his wine again another day to lose,
If you step into the waters not watching how they move.
