Mental Home On A Hand Of The Universe
Why we die leaving no trace, we're fading Turned our prayers to the sky. Hope we have till we take our last breath, Hope that dies with us gone. Day by day sand spills away, Leaving us less words to say Water flows out of the lake, Leaving us less breaths to take. When a bird begins to cry Swallowed by the autumn sky Spin of thoughts will take me high Now I'm gone and lost beyond the dusk... Like endless flow souls pass the world, Dissolved like smoke In crowns of trees I hear the breeze - "You'll return again..." If we could rule our joys and sorrows, If we could rule our lives, All our dreams, all we had grown inside Ourselves would not be so vain Why we live as if like we are forever, Burning fast to the end. Wish we are more than just dust that spills through Hands of the Universe...
