Monday, August 26, 2013

composition 18



Lions gather to feast
On the zebra that they hunted down
They lost sight of the horizon
Where did it go?

May the Invisible open
Somewhere inside of us
And passion rise
Passion rise

The lions roar like thunder
Shaking the ground
Their pride over blood and bones

I will sing lest my voice
Be swallowed by the dark

May the Invisible open
Somewhere inside of us
And passion rise
Passion rise

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