My temple is a dying season
And I feel you near
Nearer than the last time
While walking the ancients' ground
And I hear you near
Hear the sound of ageless words
Eventhough my life sighs
Still silence is calling for me
Still it calls
To bring me back home
My temple is a dying season
s fill this space and time
An ephemeral flight
I left the dream
And the silence calls
To bring me back home.
Comments (0)