FALL
like a dancing fawn on frozen land
yet its friend has been here all along
i will fall
like a howling beast into the night
running away from its final fight
i will fall
hold my hand let’s go on a wild goose chase where the bliss remains
yes i’ve been waiting, waiting for this time when all the seasons change
as the rain falls
It’s not a blessing and it’s not a curse
but a whisper saying that I just
need to fall
hold my hand let’s go on a wild goose chase where the bliss remains.