My thought is deeeper than the abyss of the Ocean and my creativity is as free as the feathery tips of the wings on the very bird that symbolizes our eternal freedom. |
Seemed we knew each other forever
But it wasn't that long...
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me at all...
I've been plagued with this thing
It haunts me in my dreams...
...
I can feel the aura of the brush strokes...
So there was this girl,
so numb and afraid...
Seemed we knew each other forever
But it wasn't that long...