When Nature starts to Speak;
weaving dreams failed to fit us in
clouds dancing in repeated scheme
with so many things required we're tired
life's a mere routine, repeated in time again
passing through footsteps made by somebody
that sparkling lights in the sky will soon say goodbye
it's another day - what's new? still in the same way
does our lives mean something amongst the things living?
try to follow what your heart calls for you
dance to the silent rhythm within
for you to find a place
and...
