There's still so much to hope for.
There's still so much to see.
We live and we die for
what we've yet to see.
There's still so much to hope for.
There's still so much to know.
We live...and we die
like the leaves before the snow.
Take cover beneath the city.
Reach for shafts of light- from the surface.
Recover from darkness; dilemma-
fires cannot be put out from a distance.
There's still so much to see,
there's still so much to see;
so much air to breathe.
There's still so much to see,
so much to set free;
to take in sight
like a draught of water
in the desert moonlight.
Be thirsty no more.
Take one last chance
and fight fire with fire:
and kiss hope goodnight.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
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