Hey, Sybil. You're a dream. Keep the faith, okay and hang in there?
Sooner or later/ eventually dream will endSooner or later/ you’re waking up and start againHow was in the yesterday/ so hard to believe in todayWhat you thought was the light/ is today just an reflectionHoping and fearing/ that how far you might have goneDrifting and struggling/ within quickening streamSo far from shore/ so far from where you came fromhow many rocks in these falls/ you might hitThese days coffee tasting bitter in the mornin’ lightthese days everything is what it seems to beCH:Laura Palmer/ leather jacket/ screaming shades of greenpointy shoes/ chains and keys/ too tight jeansFalling down, falling down/ deep in your headleave it to be, leave it to be don’t dig too deepYou might find something that remains.These days coffee tasting bitter in the mornin’ lightthese days everything is what it seems to beYesterday world was new, without a mapYesterday world was clean, without the stainSooner or later/ you face the light of the dawnSooner or later/ you head forward instead your behindWhat was in the yesterday/ shall be left thereWhat you thought was the real/ is today just an dreamTake a look to winter night/ cold and clearSilence landing over you/ free of your thoughts for a whileTo become as snow in the ground, as freeze upon the treesTo become as a halo of the far away sun.Words of her/ echoes beautiful and paleYesterday/ speaking with an voice of passed-byToday/ your sweet chalice has gone sourToday/ everything differs from yesterday...Sorry if i writed it down wrong, english is not my everyday language..May the light surround you.With love, -I-
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