There is no turning back from this unending path of mine.
Serpentine and black it stands before my eyes to hell
and back it will lead me once more.
It's all I have as I stumble in and out of grace.
I walk through the gardens of dying light
and cross all the rivers deep and dark as the night
searching for a reason why time would've passed us by.
Escrito por Xabier a las 20 de Julio 2007 a las 08:00 PM
The journey seems endless. Julio 2007.