paroles de chanson Gates - ForesTT

Gates
Forest

Willow's been whistling in my ear:
Morning is coming clear
Surrender yourself to what comes, my dear
Or lie inside your puddles of fear.
Your spirit it can rise. You can be free
Reaching in to this dream, it is
Your trembling self that one day will be
Reaching out for eternity

And while I am walking the gates of knowledge
Re- bonding my step with her sigh
Cold winds are shattering tears out of my eyes.

I stumbled on a flower its petals bowed
Surrendering.
I knew that I'm still strained and proud
To her whistling
And while we are chanting the joys and the journeys
Making beds by the end of the night
New dawn is waking and glitters in our eyes
And the morning will rise
The morning will rise
The morning will rise
Oh oh oh...
Oh oh...