.bluehands by SYRAZ

SOMEBODY MOVED THE HORIZON THE TREES LEAN THE WRONG WAY A WHITE HORSE STANDS STILL NOBODY RIDES IT THE RIVER KNOWS MY FACE IT NEVER SAYS MY NAME THE SUN SLEEPS WITH OPEN EYES THE STARS ARRIVE TOO EARLY A SHADOW OPENS THE GATE I WALK THROUGH FIRST THE BIRDS DON’T SING THEY WAIT EVERY WINDOW HOLDS A DIFFERENT SKY THE MOUNTAIN BREATHES NOBODY HEARS IT A CHILD LAUGHS THE SOUND NEVER LANDS THE DUST KEEPS DANCING LONG AFTER THE FEET ARE GONE THE OCEAN HIDES WHAT THE LAND FORGOT I FOLLOW THE SMOKE THERE IS NO FIRE THE NIGHT HAS BLUE HANDS THEY NEVER LET GO I DON’T CHOOSE A DIRECTION I CHOOSE THE NEXT STEP WHEN THE MORNING FINDS ME I WON’T LOOK THE SAME