Project Pitchfork
It's Spring
Spirit is like a finger in the paint of lifeI'm writing something at your doorYou have to come out to read what was writtenAt your door stands a person who looks like youNo sign - no letter - no messageMovement is a color and time a shapeTo focus on - it needs timeTo leave the own creationIs a way to feel about sentencesPlaced in your heartAccepted as a lawTo break your will - to give a choiceWhich paint to use - which paint you useTo color the worldFrom outside the houseOf black and white nightmaresPlanted long ago by the onesWithout a home in their heartsThey never read the messageWritten on their doorsThey never crossed the thresholdSo the world outside is yours!I'm writing something at your doorLetras de cancionesYou have to come out to read what was writtenAt your door stands a person who looks like youTo focus on - it needs timeTo leave the own creationPlanted long ago by the onesWithout a home in their heartsAnd they never read the messageWritten on their doorsThey never crossed the thresholdSo the world outside is yours!And they never read the messageWritten on their doorsThey never crossed the thresholdSo the world outside is yours!
From Letras Mania