Up and down, in and out
I don’t know if I can catch up without
Without feeling the rhythms of a drum
The solo mission… as it has become
Interpreting what really is…
Therefore never knowing what was
We seek out in the sky above
A voice, a sound, and maybe rain
Wash away all of thy pain
So we can breathe again
Become friends again
Laugh again
Play again
End…
Cire
Seeing your eyes as never before,
As you’re approaching me
Your eyes hold wide an open door,
Of where I’d like to be
As ever, I chase to satisfy my taste,
As if a cup of bliss
I swallow my pride and start the race,
For you, I’d not want to miss.
Cire
Color is to Autumn as love is to marriage,
For leaves change and loves bliss sways,
We tend to observe the surface.
Temperature lowered and temperament despair,
The layers become thicker and attitudes flair,
We tend to observe the surface.
Cire
Cire's Odysseys 