The Path
Unborn
Springs brings you breath To bloom means to live Wings already spread Nothing left to keep It is hard to swallow When the air is sharp Flight teaches to sorrow Every time you dart Lust the dust... Mind the the time Lust the time... Mind the dust... Springs brings you breath To bloom means to live Wings already spread Nothing left to keep It is hard to swallow When the air is sharp Flight teaches to sorrow Every time you dart The path...