Streams Of Altered Words
(J. Marcou)
Before the time was right time
And all the signs were set high,
The shimmering sparkle
turned to fire in the heart.
Before the tide reaches the shore
And wash the fire with it's flow,
Let's walk together and see
where it all went wrong.
Parallel lines, without horizon
Parallel times, change of a season
Never to meet, noones decision at all
Streams of altered worlds
Now that our courses are set
On routes that we have forget,
The twin soul mirror
just reflects our fading shade
Now with our backs to the wall
And no redemption at all
The only wise thing
is to lead our present fate
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