within every raindrop
worlds of noise and passionless sounds
in everything we hear and see
our naked eyes read the lie, we choke our sigh
and with every day we waste
we lose another part of ourselves
one day we will build up a city of gold
where we can protect our deepest craving
and nothing will reach all the dreams that we dream
in the stillness and warmth beneath a delicate snow
no man is an island
but nothing blooms in these heartless times
with all the horrid pictures
how can we keep singing our song?
a river flows into an ocean of gold
and we are the heroes in legends of old
in this very moment we are what we dream
in the stillness and warmth somewhere beneath the snow
my friend
untimely we are
daydreaming in vain
and still
we are what we are,
are what we feel
we
we remain
in darkness unseen
love
we thought love
love would remain
one day we will build up a city of gold
where we can protect our deepest craving
and nothing will reach all the dreams that we dream
in the stillness and warmth beneath a delicate snow
a river flows into an ocean of gold
and we are the heroes in legends of old
in this very moment we are what we dream
in the stillness and warmth somewhere beneath the snow
