There’s no guarantee
Tomorrow will come
No promises made
By sky-burning Sun
But should you wake up
Should the world stay the same
Take hold of my hand
And dance in the rain
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
There’s no guarantee
Tomorrow will come
No promises made
By sky-burning Sun
But should you wake up
Should the world stay the same
Take hold of my hand
And dance in the rain