the moon tells me a secret;
as full and bright as i am this light is not my own
and a million light reflections pass over me,
its source is bright and endless,
she resuscitates the hopeless,
without her we are lifeless satellites drifting.
just let the light touch you
and let the words spill through
and let them pass right through
bringing out our hope and reason
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and a million light reflections pass over me,
its source is bright and endless,
she resuscitates the hopeless,
without her we are lifeless satellites drifting.
just let the light touch you
and let the words spill through
and let them pass right through
bringing out our hope and reason
- tool
Sam! Your work is awesome! i didn't even know you drew!
ReplyDeleteSo so so cool!!!
Thank you Ben!!! :D
ReplyDeleteand on the moon our words will dance, our words will be joyous and full and light, but they will pass through us, as meaningless
ReplyDeleteas lifeless satellites