Chameleons (The)
View From A Hill
Feel myself falling to the ground
Solitary silence, there's no sound
Open my eyes and look around
Colors and concepts that confound
All around
Pick myself up and take the air
The fragrance of children everywhere
Slowly absorbed into my square
Debating what is and isn't there
Who cares
You wait until your time comes round again
From Letras Mania