*Through the valley where certain waves
hits the echo of melancholy
Fate is not what's presumed to be
the east wind comes with no mercy
The comfort's gone but the crave remains
against the shadow of eternity
Comprehend the words of time
Across the horizon there is a fine line
that separates death from life
But unseen and untouched
The fact remains buried under
the reign of misguided perception..*
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
*Through the valley where certain waves
hits the echo of melancholy
Fate is not what's presumed to be
the east wind comes with no mercy
The comfort's gone but the crave remains
against the shadow of eternity
Comprehend the words of time
Across the horizon there is a fine line
that separates death from life
But unseen and untouched
The fact remains buried under
the reign of misguided perception..*
