Gone with the wind; we fly away today.
growing
In my eyes, I have seen
shapes, colors, hues
Take a look at the new me.
I’m still here. Death mirrors
all life. I’m still here
Remember when things were different?
Gone with the wind; we fly away today.
In my eyes, I have seen
shapes, colors, hues
Take a look at the new me.
I’m still here. Death mirrors
all life. I’m still here
Remember when things were different?