Onward Pegasus
He sits upon his stone,
like the wisest of the sages.
Watching this life
pass him by.
He remains on his stone,
through the ages.
He will leave this life
to the sky.
Eyes encounter
the growing of the grass,
And lightning strikes
turning sand to glass.
Stones slowly shape,
the weather, their creator.
Onward dear Pegasus
We'll find our heaven,
sooner or later.
i don't know
just one of those days when words seem to flow out of my mind and drift off the top of my tounge. .in this case, the tips of my fingers :P
oh yes, and i love audioslave. .they make me happy. .but depressed too
strange, n'cest pas?
like the wisest of the sages.
Watching this life
pass him by.
He remains on his stone,
through the ages.
He will leave this life
to the sky.
Eyes encounter
the growing of the grass,
And lightning strikes
turning sand to glass.
Stones slowly shape,
the weather, their creator.
Onward dear Pegasus
We'll find our heaven,
sooner or later.
i don't know
just one of those days when words seem to flow out of my mind and drift off the top of my tounge. .in this case, the tips of my fingers :P
oh yes, and i love audioslave. .they make me happy. .but depressed too
strange, n'cest pas?