The end of the 30th 'birdie' disaster...
Letting go such a cruel burden of pressuring with the last few notes of tottering strain, emptiness falls, portraying the agonizing really of the outcome. The sense of misery and finely made of the truth, intertwining lines are incredibly lush representing a fully understood sorrow.
The waves has gone, gliding smoothly over each other it is ending is a piercing question. Each of the step has its own meaning - meaning of the reality unanswered. Unclear wide-arched ans soul-torturing, the questions build up like painful anguish with gradual. Increasing tenseness, leading into an overflowing climax that suddenly burst into meditative silence...
It seems to be that way,
With their wicked words trying to hold you down
No this is not our fate, the lives in which we are bound
And there is something more we know it has to be found
I know the world won't wait, the tide is turning around
And there's not enough time
In the fallout of the wasted, in the half flight
I stand before you in the last dance of an old life
Now the cool wind's blowing and we can't stay, but it's alright
When the night is gone I will still be here
ch000tz: it was once in my life time, it was my life at one time..what's done is done.
