May
the mark you make
be somewhere above you
and gay
in wonderful ways
plain and clean
green as nothing you have made as the starlight starts to fade
be someone
sympathizing
the story ain't over
they say be set for disclosure a novel
design another today for everyone
what's to sell me loud and firm i'm
made to change it never not
wants
to fly
in the age
shyness
I wish
his
Slav hot
Mad
I
If
dependent on your will,
rest assured you're pending still.
You believe you're getting on,
just a weak admit you're on.
In the season of the self,
you're a product on a shelf,
you know on.
Hope for harmony in this fickle maze,
for changing our hearts.
Holy water rain, make those fervent moves.
What's to summon me,
loud and firm I'll make,
to change in our hearts.
Want to flow with me, silent fervent moves.
This crazy world of ours,
is after all of
Hope for harmony
in this fickle maze,
for changing our own hearts.