30 April 2012
Tomorrow Land
October 24 2010
Passion boil Never toil With what is ought to stay
Never prick me with that splendor For what i'd often pray
Little bird your wings are clipped Her window shut and calm
Sing me tunes too sweet to know Wrap me with your song
Sweetest slumber that hides me deep Let my eyes carry my sky
To a land of tomorrow where No longer can I cry.
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Tomorrow Land 2 October 24 2010
Morning come hang me up to breathe
Winters breath chilled and wet No more shall i grieve
Red spring bring me roses Touched by lips of gold
Tell me stories years in making My future to be foretold.
Tomorrow Land • Opuss № I