Old Kid, Grown City |
You give me life at dawn
Peace when the dark call...
Sometimes I need 5 minutes
Just to close my eyes...
You can not predict the future
But if it is God-ordained...
On a journey
a rumble and tumble...
Sometimes I need 5 minutes
Just to close my eyes...
Where I belong
Consciousness holds hands with ignorance bliss...
Modern nomad life
For my heart, joy belong there...
Be different or fail trying |
Time is a great divider |