Floating, trying its best at holding, it drifts down
Penetrating, never pretending, growing deeper into the ground
searching for that insepeerable connection
often softly melting my obstination
with kindled collection of amour
climbing, reaching, opening sealed doors
how i wonder when it warms the bondage that wraps so coldly around
taking sight, stealing all of my sound
so i find my self traveling infinitly in search of tomorrow's footprints in todays sand
Just try to understand me, feel me, know me
just try to understand.





