Land of the miracle
Blinded by the fire and the sorrow of the day, I come knocking at your
door to dry the tears away. The eventide is calling me to take a look into
your eyes. Pull me on and make me mesmerized Riding on the wings of
light, dreaming dreams and holding tight; leaving all my sorrow far
behind. Your eyes are the gate
to the land of the miracle where our
love can make us fly, make us fly. In the land of the miracle we can find
a reason why and how we can fly.
Open up the book of madness, read the
page of life! Who's the one to tell you what to do and how to rise? And
if the stars would fall one day I`d climb up to the sky to put them back
for you to save your smile.
...Take a look into the book of fantasy and
poetry and you will see: What you can feel is everything you need to heal
your crying mind, the soul behind and everything that you may find inside
your head...
...A million years have passed away to make us head for the
decay and to unlearn just what we yearn for all day long: right to be strong
and stick to our ideals, are they for real and do we just have lost the
thread?...
...I believe in miracles they happen every day. In your
arms a dream comes true for me...
(...isn't poetry one of the biggest
gifts to forget our daily life of sorrow?...)
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