We stroll through different gardens
and kneel at different graves.
We have become the thinker,
the player, the slave
between thoughts.
We can only be
the wings of light
if we are together.
Be the One
We stroll through different gardens
and kneel at different graves.
We have become the thinker,
the player, the slave
between thoughts.
We can only be
the wings of light
if we are together.
Be the One