What looks like a cloud to one person is a chance to sell umbrellas to the next.
…considering the weight of the bricks I laid, now that I’m through..
One by one, sealed every crack that I could slip between to find my way back…
you can’t go back home once you’ve cast it away..
The heavy weight of promises made, if I could exonerate, I might just lift off today.
You can’t go back home once you’ve cast it away.
I'll have to walk a thousand miles just to find the ground deserving of your feet
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map