I have wend into the love throng and perched.
Tasted the feeling and rejoiced in it's chaines.
Saw fools dote dancing in what they have searched,
laughing I got up and walked away from shame.
My lips will not utter the existance of love,
nor will I say it does not roam,
rather misconceptions awakes one's ectasy
leading you to truth never shown.
Tasted the feeling and rejoiced in it's chaines.
Saw fools dote dancing in what they have searched,
laughing I got up and walked away from shame.
My lips will not utter the existance of love,
nor will I say it does not roam,
rather misconceptions awakes one's ectasy
leading you to truth never shown.