Vox

Any soul feels love through pain. Isn't us before I imagine that it's better To wait. Our time is melt. Other one is in the end. I walk straight up. I walk straight up. I walk straight up. I walk straight up. I walk straight up. Was hiding in my own garden the tissue of Stars. Wind through the dust and trees shape constellations Of mine. Hope flooded with colors. I gazed at greenish purple mixed raindrops down Yellow birds. Down, walk straight up. Down, walk straight up. Down, walk straight up. Down, walk straight up. Dust. Any soul feels love through pain. Isn't us before I imagine that it's better to Wait. Our time is melt. Other one is in the end. I walk straight up. I walk straight up. I walk straight up. I walk straight up. I walk straight up. Was hiding in my own garden the tissue of Stars. Wind through the dust and trees shape constellations Of mine. Hope flooded with colors. I gazed at greenish purple mixed raindrops Down yellow Birds. Down, walk straight up. Down, walk straight up. Down, walk straight up. Down, walk straight up. Dust.