Have you seen how fast the clouds are running?
The rain was here, then gone
Have you seen how fast the planes are leaving?
The passengers departed
Blown away by the wind
Pushed away by the time
You stopped by, you left
I stood still, I wonder
I have a shelter to keep me dry
But where's the fuel to keep my warmth?
Passion, all I need is a passionate heart
May passion never fade away
Ration, though it be just a small little part
May passion always light 'p the day
Voila, Che Gioia Vivere!
- Sep 01 Thu 2011 04:24