Years pass by
and life ebbs upon its tides.
New days dawn and old ones wane
in hope we swim from loves abstain.
In waters warmed by your fresh hand
We swim on to your holy land.
Bits and Pieces from the dark
Years pass by
and life ebbs upon its tides.
New days dawn and old ones wane
in hope we swim from loves abstain.
In waters warmed by your fresh hand
We swim on to your holy land.