كلمات Ortus

Above translucent skin I venture to find you We opt for peace – it never works out Discrepancies lead us to inhabit doubt I'll coincide if it means I can learn To understand what I cannot discern How I long for a rapid escape I need more than familiar face Do I already know the ground I roam? (Pay witness to memories rising from words on a page) I could be wrong (My youth is a dove that cries to be freed from its cage) We risk it all (In the hope that we find satisfaction at a later stage) Oh how we were wrong We are the modern age