If only I could see the light surrounding me, the essence of a tree, the wisdom of the wind. If only I could find the thread that never binds, the dream that never dies, the whispers of the field.
i have been running for five years; running a race i thought i would never win, one where the finish line kept creeping further and further along toward the horizon, so far that i could have sworn it ...
If only I could see the light surrounding me, the essence of a tree, the wisdom of the wind. If only I could find the thread that never binds, the dream that never dies, the whispers of the field.
i have been running for five years; running a race i thought i would never win, one where the finish line kept creeping further and further along toward the horizon, so far that i could have sworn it ...