counter-acting a potion, falling off the ledge
broken bottle, the glass in shards on this old wood floor
as my bare feet dance on every splitting edge...
some beauty to this dance. a red drop turns to a river
reaching, stretching my body from earth
bending back with grace, spinning through all the glass slivers
these arched feet hold my balance, teaching muscles to learn
As the world goes round an axis, dodging the bullets of universal powers
the human heart opens both vessels, pulsing in rhythm
with every false creation of passion we portray it turns to a prey of the love hour
tricking the mind to heal faster, stronger... dodging for the bullets of universal freedom
broken bottle, the glass in shards on this old wood floor
as my bare feet dance on every splitting edge...
some beauty to this dance. a red drop turns to a river
reaching, stretching my body from earth
bending back with grace, spinning through all the glass slivers
these arched feet hold my balance, teaching muscles to learn
As the world goes round an axis, dodging the bullets of universal powers
the human heart opens both vessels, pulsing in rhythm
with every false creation of passion we portray it turns to a prey of the love hour
tricking the mind to heal faster, stronger... dodging for the bullets of universal freedom
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