Time flies...

"Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.”
~ Andre Gide

“Losing emotion
Finding devotion
Should I dress in white and search the sea
As I always wished to be - one with the waves
Ocean Soul”

Golden days are so far away
There’s a black rain up above
Out on the wind you hear her call
She’s under your skin and you drift away

She spreads her wings when she’s gonna fly, the crow…
If you make her sing when she’s coming she will let you know…

Her frozen hand takes your breath away
As she leads your soul through the dark
You know that she came to break your heart
But oh when she moves you fall in love again

~ HURTS - The Crow

As two kids who always spent 
Their time and played with toy guns in their hands 
There you stood in front of me 
They taught me that you’re my enemy 

And when our eyes have met 
We both set sails to death 
With guns of grown up men 
I fear it might be my last breath 

Eye to eye 
Our aim is blinded by the sun 
Seeking higher ground 
To a safe haven I now run 

The night had fell on no man’s land 
This flute was heard from out there in the dark 
I knew the words and joined in song 
This nightly truce a miracle of hope 

We raise our hands and walk 
Upright to move towards each other 
No guns, no death between 
The enemies now turned to brothers 

Together on this barren earth 
I tell him of my son 
No pawns or deadly toys 
The morning comes, and we are done 

We head to base and end the truce 
That lasted through this war of liars 
A vision of a better life 
Where music drowns the toy gun’s fire 

Next night I see a shadow and 
We both shoot in the name of god 
As we fell down our eyes have met 
Our friendship ends now in this turmoil of blood.
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#nowplaying Orphaned Land ~ Let the Truce Be Known