For those without hope are shadows, afraid.
As long as you breathe, hope still survives.
Good hearts will rise, the world they'll take,
From cruel hands, a new dawn we'll make.
In days to come, the world will share,
A garden of peace, beyond compare.
For those without hope are shadows, afraid.
As long as you breathe, hope still survives.
Good hearts will rise, the world they'll take,
From cruel hands, a new dawn we'll make.
In days to come, the world will share,
A garden of peace, beyond compare.
Each masterpiece reflects the soul of its creator,
We are but mirrors, vessels of truth.
Unaware, the gazer sees their own distorted shadow,
The darkness and crookedness of their inner world in view.
These words are dark curves in your inner world.The actual addressee of these words is you.
Each masterpiece reflects the soul of its creator,
We are but mirrors, vessels of truth.
Unaware, the gazer sees their own distorted shadow,
The darkness and crookedness of their inner world in view.
These words are dark curves in your inner world.The actual addressee of these words is you.
Each masterpiece reflects the soul of its creator,
We are but mirrors, vessels of truth.
Unaware, the gazer sees their own distorted shadow,
The darkness and crookedness of their inner world in view.
These words are dark curves in your inner world.The actual addressee of these words is you.
Each masterpiece reflects the soul of its creator,
We are but mirrors, vessels of truth.
Unaware, the gazer sees their own distorted shadow,
The darkness and crookedness of their inner world in view.
These words are dark curves in your inner world.The actual addressee of these words is you.
Not every eye that looks can see the truth behind the curtain. Only hearts that are open to the truth can see.😎
Not every eye that looks can see the truth behind the curtain. Only hearts that are open to the truth can see.😎