A feather falls and ripples cross the pond.
Reaching the end of nothing, turning stone to dust. Careless are the children who fail to see the means.
Remembering lost memories
Through years of passing time
Days will rise and nights will fall
A voice to heal the soul
Splash away the visions of serenity forgotten
Reaching the end of nothing, turning stone to dust. Careless are the children who fail to see the means.
Remembering lost memories
Through years of passing time
Days will rise and nights will fall
A voice to heal the soul
Splash away the visions of serenity forgotten