As the world turns
And souls burn
sands of your mind turns
hardens until it becomes stone.
In the circle of life
Needs are a must
They chip away, become dust
When you find you can trust
Someone enough.
And souls burn
sands of your mind turns
hardens until it becomes stone.
In the circle of life
Needs are a must
They chip away, become dust
When you find you can trust
Someone enough.
1 comment:
Nice...intensity of emotion is excellent!
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