Though the cities start to crumble and the towers fall around us, the sun is slowly fading and its colder than the sea. It is written: From the desert to the mountains they shall lead us, by the hand and by the heart, they will comfort you and me. In their innocence and trusting they will teach us to be free. For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers, their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day. And the song that I am singing is a prayer to non-believers, come and stand beside us we can find a better way.
Posted on: Tue, 16 Sep 2014 02:50:22 +0000