Maybe colors of the spotlight; stars illuminate the skies,escape is not possible, therefore, we remain entitled to the underwater…
There’s me and there’s you,in the green and the blue.Our hopes and dreams in colour.
Her mind was a dance floor.Her body, hers to mould.No need for hymns nor heroes,She found salvation in her soul.
You’ve been handed a keyto the gates of experience.
again and again andround and round
If the moon was a mirror,that reflected the earth,would we perceive it a blessing,or perceive it a curse?