Every strips of resound season
Pull away by the endless green light of time
Can you feel the cold wind of the step by step
Nostalgic mind blowing memories?
If so, hope now
Hope is the presentable reaction
to life's ups and downs
So ask your inner self to number each
Of the link that connects to the uncertain room
When you see yourself in a lack of open door interest
This is the time to hold on to what is eternal,
To switch on to what is unblemished sense of the Maker
Let the heaven knows the concerns of your heart
For They longs to hear your voice
And it is like a sweet song sang to them
Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 7:45 PM UTC
Every strips of resound season
Pull away by the endless green light of time
Can you feel the cold wind of the step by step
Nostalgic mind blowing memories?
If so, hope now
Hope is the presentable reaction
to life's ups and downs
So ask your inner self to number each
Of the link that connects to the uncertain room
When you see yourself in a lack of open door interest
This is the time to hold on to what is eternal,
To switch on to what is unblemished sense of the Maker
Let the heaven knows the concerns of your heart
For They longs to hear your voice
And it is like a sweet song sang to them
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