It's a mysterious thing
I love therefore I am
It's this intangible part of a moment
It's an anxious thing
Feeling incomplete
All this routine
Habit
And Doubt
I found no way out of this windowless parlor where I got lost and locked in by my fears
Almost forgot the fountain of nature
In the color of a rose and in the scent of the pine tree
Come and sit with me where no room exist
Under big old trees with leafs made all of dreams and golden wishes
That's when the mountain moves down to the river
For a whispered prayer of a child
When I was young and old at the same moment
When I was you
For a blink of an eye
Come and sit with me where no room exist
Under big old trees with leafs made all of dreams and golden wishes
I've seen dust raised by the winds of falling rivers
Taking my spirit over the plain to their heights where I can think as clear as in this moment
Within you I found the sky
Hear the deep heart's core
On this white-sand-shore
When I was you
For a blink of an eye