Тантра

I love the day and all the way. A story that I understand. I love the broken heart so sweet. In the days of all we stand. I found myself a little more. A brace inside the mystery. I build myself from broken pieces. A part of all that's free. I don't rush the rush of me. To choose the world and see. The truth, the way to be. And something stirs to me. Staying in the light. There's something in my heartbeat. A beat into the dark. And every beat in the park. I wanna see the golden light. A peace will find a way to stay. The gentle words of careful paces. And again, it's what they crave. I don't rush the rush of me. The place, the quiet beat. The doors I didn't see. Is there a new case to be? I'm asking for the light. The brother feel the call. The don't just stay the same. And that's my story is told. I know the dreams are not the queen. A vacant promise that I keep. Before the moment, strong and grateful. Turns the day to be. I don't rush the rush of me. To feel the golden breeze. The closest couldn't see. And make the bourbon cease. Staying in the light. The night fades to gray. The only truth the same. And the being be deep.