Sinith Hall
Sinith Hall - Desert Sands songtekst
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The silent cry in my mind The oracle of our time Still remains unheard To count the days and the nights Passed him up in the desert sands Thrown out by the time's hands The clock is of essence So we are slaves waiting in line All that's been made you have created You've molded everything you have The artist only paints the picture His mind the framework the canvas What will be done is erased Years won't advance the cause or place Cover your eyes, for what you'll lose Imagine a smile, traded abuse We ignore what could be changed To fill our hearts with pain And we embrace our own ignorance To feel again Until you know there is none, the hope strives on Because the feel the fear is... And the voice you hate is what drives you along And this ride won't wait.