The Dreams of man
Posted: 07 Nov 2020, 08:32
“For man knows not when he will die
He sits at shore and watches the tide
In him the demons of death he fights
And one day will to be free to roam the skies”
“Where the rays of the morning sun brighten the clouds
Where the wind blows somewhere safe but not south
Where the music makes beautiful sounds
Where promises made are kept
But the dreams of man was crushed by death”
He sits at shore and watches the tide
In him the demons of death he fights
And one day will to be free to roam the skies”
“Where the rays of the morning sun brighten the clouds
Where the wind blows somewhere safe but not south
Where the music makes beautiful sounds
Where promises made are kept
But the dreams of man was crushed by death”