*Lucid*Angel*
Bluelighter
One foot in front of the other, we walk.
Slowly on our path of wich we call life.
Time flies without a notion, with this natural clock.
Some may face this world with open eyes,
And others may see it with a closed mind.
But, under all this confusion, the world has no diguise.
In this life, we all strive to find a meaning.
To each his own, they hold their own answers.
On others we may be found leaning.
Slowly on our path of wich we call life.
Time flies without a notion, with this natural clock.
Some may face this world with open eyes,
And others may see it with a closed mind.
But, under all this confusion, the world has no diguise.
In this life, we all strive to find a meaning.
To each his own, they hold their own answers.
On others we may be found leaning.
