Death is not the answer,
for who wants not a look.
Othersides green fields laughter
to write your own book.
Overshadow beneath their clouds,
hopeless tears and rays of grief.
Leaning towards aloud,
this bowing leaf.
Lost, empty echoes,
I choose the horizon and beyond...
letting go....
with these words as my bond.
for who wants not a look.
Othersides green fields laughter
to write your own book.
Overshadow beneath their clouds,
hopeless tears and rays of grief.
Leaning towards aloud,
this bowing leaf.
Lost, empty echoes,
I choose the horizon and beyond...
letting go....
with these words as my bond.