http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A3adFWKE9JE&ob=av2e
There's the moon asking to stay
Long enough for the clouds to fly me away
Though it's my time coming, I'm not afraid, afraid to die
My fading voice sings of love,
But she cries to the clicking of time,
Of time
Wait in the fire...
And she weeps on my arm
Walking to the bright lights in sorrow
Oh drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrow,oh my love
And the rain is falling and I believe
My time has come
It reminds me of the pain I might leave
Leave behind
Wait in the fire...
It reminds me of the pain I might leave
leave behind...
And I feel them drown my name
So easy to know and forget with this kiss
But I'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow
A moody day but so cloudless outside.
Attached is the first part of my photography project: "Everyman - Rural" that showcases situations in which we can all find ourselves, but with style. I post this now because I think this segment of the project fits my gloomy feeling today and the touching song above.
Enjoy.
And thank's Alex for being such a good friend and model.
And thank's Alex for being such a good friend and model.
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