At the bottom of it I hear massive echoes Nothing familiar Yet thick as blood Memories of the past lived, now gone Souls commune from shadows to shadows carrying laughter, tears and all the myth of talent spinning in the light of undying words Time is a river that washes over great Avenues where Love, Hate, Longing ... march hand in hand Mind grows tiresome as the shoes never stopped treading against water Brothers & sisters I am with you as you keep carrying on! ---LTG 2004
