Kzalkor

every night every day u seem to fly away open are ur arms and battering and in the still of the night i wonder of ur flight will it go where u want to go and so every day u fly back and away oh, how i wonder about u every day u go away like a dream at dawn like a song when it's done like the sun breaking down on me and i wonder alone thinking where u've been gone all the days, all gone it all started with a song i wrote, note, note by note when u touched the guitar my mind wondered so far in the still of night there is no, no answer right for all. Shut up.

nabucco lost in a sea of countless ideas i ponder on the shoulders of thought and listen the wind blew all storms away and in the silence the storm within became even more quiet

morning has broken in light of future past events that nurish me to life everything has allready been written but i have reason to think that's so untrue hence my problem of, if ever, figuring out how much of my past life am i allready repeating Ishuro Takashaki - tea on the porch ***** lost life is what you get when ignoring ignoring is a virtue if mountains are of no avail but put forth your inside develop grow and nurish eventualy the tree will grow if only seeds were planted Ishuro Takashaki - On Sinclair ***** incence sticks bestow the peace of the garden i've put my piece there, by the stone your piece is all