How tides control the sea
And what becomes of me
How little things can slip out of your hand
…
How often people change
No two remain the same
Why things don't always turn out as you planned
…
These are things that I don't understand
…
I can't decide
Wrong, from right
Day, from night
Dark, from light
...
I love
And what becomes of me
How little things can slip out of your hand
…
How often people change
No two remain the same
Why things don't always turn out as you planned
…
These are things that I don't understand
…
I can't decide
Wrong, from right
Day, from night
Dark, from light
...
I love
But I love,
This life
This life
copyright@giorgos legakis
5/2011
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