Somewhere
In the threads of time,
Between sunlight and rainfall,
Between the dance of the clouds
And the song of the hills,
The silence of the wind
And the hum of guitar strings,
A moment lived, frozen still.
Somewhere
In the threads of time,
Between sunlight and rainfall,
Between the dance of the clouds
And the song of the hills,
The silence of the wind
And the hum of guitar strings,
A moment lived, frozen still.