Haunted Windchimes
Swimming Through A Dream
Swimming through a dream, of the unconscious mindFloat downstream, through the illusions of timeSailing high, in the blues of infant skyIn the indigoes of our endless summer nightsUnmask your eyes, unshackle your burdens of timeRelease your spirit to its light --Remember the roads without street signs...Let the artist paint and the beggars beg,Let the arms be arms and let the legs be legs,Let the sun shine down, the trees stand up,Let the fire burn bright, and turn to dustLet the old be old, let the young be youngLet the morning birds sing, and the hummingbirds humLet us die and be reborn, let us live, and never mournLet us breathe, let us pray, Let us leave but return one dayLet us be, let us free, I am you, and you are me
From Letras Mania