Attics in your home will be painted in colors of slanging hope Unarmored, still shining and brave enough to wash away your blues Tapestries will adorn your ripped apart edges Unheard stories will fly free from those rusted cages, Meadows will flush in your gardens for light is not lost yet Nurturing in your heart,ay down your worries for a moment but you're not lost yet.
Every leaf has the same story When young it adds to the tree's glory. It contributes to humanity. When it's job done it breaks It gives it's life for new leaf's sake. Throughout its life it had no identity Only when it falls off it becomes an entity.
At the rush hour of my anxiety I will leave on a sleepless night. Taking a new road, near the snow Somewhere far I will go.
Like the dull star in the dark sky I will flee with every night Maybe on some sterile land, I will grow Alone under the sun; But somewhere far I will go.
Between the woods- I traverse; The Ocean - I survived On the way seeds,- I sow On the sunrise Somewhere far I will go
Near the wishing fountain,- I pray And I don't have a coin My hands joint - I say, Stop me nowhere Withdraw my shadow On my tree near the snow I will sleep now, On the sunrise; Somewhere far I will go.