THE QUESTION
who is in charge?
up in the stars?
Feeling tears over the years
touch me, from the past
is it over? What does last?
blowing sands, made out of glass
Looking through the ruby hue
Sunsets of time
one was mine
Catacombs, walking lost
bodies laying, covered with moss
do you see? Watch the clock!
Does it tick, or does it tock?
feel the pain, sorrow with rain
the veils thin, will they let me in?
Breating dust, returning to sin
Circleing Squares, did we have fins?
Pay homage to one
who shows us his son
How far does it go? we allmove so slow
all under one...
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