Written so long ago,
An engraved poem,
So few know,
Sometimes thats sad,
But so.
Written so long ago,
An engraved poem,
So few know,
Sometimes thats sad,
But so.
On a star filled night,
The road of life,
With its many bends,
I see too many enemies,
Disguised as my friends,
A flower of truth planted in desire,
A cool sea breeze, surrounded by fire,
A nest made from past travels, the ball of time,
Slowly unravels,
On a star filled night,
The road of life,
With its many bends,
I see too many enemies,
Disguised as my friends,
A flower of truth planted in desire,
A cool sea breeze, surrounded by fire,
A nest made from past travels, the ball of time,
Slowly unravels,