Fly
The sun is calling out your name from a million miles away It’s an everyday feeling that you share with every one Didn’t you see it on T.V. (our species may die today)? How big is a problem when it’s seen from outer space? Would you hold my hand with faith, go with to that better place? Would you cry, lie down and die or murder your tears and fly? Every secret is a bullet and every death a shame We dream in rock ‘n roll, awake, point fingers and … Read the full article…