Prism of Life Enigma
hunted by the future
Will the future be my past?
Or is time a fade out picture
Of my everlasting cast?
.
Love is phasing
Love is
To the rhythm of your sight
I get closer
To the crossing point of
.
Sanctus, sanctus dominus deus sabaoth.
Pleni sunt caeli terra gloria tua.
Hosanna in excelsis. benedictus…
(translation:
Holy, holy, lord God of hosts.
are with thy glory.
hosanna in the highest.
is he that cometh in the name of the lord.
hosanna in the highest. )

Let us try to live our lost illusions
They’re the at night
If we don’t we’ll never taste
The spice of life
.
And when it seems that we’re in a dead street
There’ no reason to cry
Cause we have a helping who’s always aside

Forever light