Sweet Spirits, seasoned souls solely sojourning in space and time
Yet, not even the sand of time is as numerous as the smiles we'd plant,
The lives we'd touch
And the breath we'll give to dead, dry bones.
For our words are alphabetical oxygen!
Sweet Spirits, seasoned souls solely sojourning in space and time
Yet, not even the sand of time is as numerous as the smiles we'd plant,
The lives we'd touch
And the breath we'll give to dead, dry bones.
For our words are alphabetical oxygen!
