a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow is the best hope I've got.
In a spinning wed of ones life
Half of which is unknown
Beautiful patterns have been made
Some which indeed are beyond repair
Though they can be repaired, and then the spider moves on to the next.
Thats life.
Half of which is unknown
Beautiful patterns have been made
Some which indeed are beyond repair
Though they can be repaired, and then the spider moves on to the next.
Thats life.