Each Season Outstretched is our hand and grips in the void. If you touch the surface...

Each Season

Outstretched is our hand

And grips in the void

If you touch the surface

You losing your mind

 

Each season we take on

With a smile on our face

Carry the burden on the shoulders

And the scars in our hands

 

The flight forward is the better choice

Do you really believe that,

Or is it your agony?

Do you know your goal?

Then you're way ahead

 

Each season we take on

With a smile on our face

Carry the burden on the shoulders

And the scars in our hands

 

Who stop dreaming - loses,

That's the way it goes

So tell me, will you pay the price

Or do you dream standing ahead?

 

Each season we take on

With a smile on our face

Carry the burden on the shoulders

And the scars in our hands

 

Outstretched is our hand

And grips in the void

If you touch the surface

You losing your mind ©Ute Knapp

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