the Eye

February 24, 2012 at 1:22 pm Leave a Comment
I am the earth
It was almost a year
Survive from every season
In millions of stories
I am the earth
Always wait for the eye rises from the east
Try spinning without ever knowing the word tired
although the evening always brings darkness at the end
and now
I saw him, his eyes
in the morning
I'm always ready to welcome him
Sometimes when the evening comes
A shadow of fear
Is the morning would bring it back
Is there time for me
I am the earth
Always turn on the line
And always hope to see you, feel you and hear you
Only you, the eye