Understood I’m plain when I express myself, suffering when I must censor myself for unknown reasons. Anything wrong in this? What’s the boundary between be real And faithful to your soul and let things happen how they Have to go? Between free will and destiny? Feeling time flowing, perceiving life elapsing
Almost ghostly, blindness follows Light comes from above They sit on the branches waiting for the wind Endangered I will want passion, I want love We are the centre, we came first
Murmur words of fire as we came first, Before everybody, before all. Almost ghostly, almost blur Forever faithful to our souls Almost ghostly, almost blur The light is coming from above
