Sunday, September 7, 2008

TRAVELER



Gotta go gotta go gotta go.....
To carry on the show;
I tasted height; flew in air;
Now have to rise from the floor;
Gotta go gotta go gotta go.....
The river is wild but had to row;
the wildness will hide after time;
The calmness will reside in the flow;
Gotta go gotta go gotta go.....
and It happened before you know;
if I stop I will be with nothing;
If I move; I don’t know where to go.
But still I believe in your say;
I had to leave the bay;
and swim the dead sea,
Walk the desert with bruised toe;
Gotta go gotta go gotta go.

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