
Phizzèl
Registrierter Benutzer
hiho,
hab mir da wieder was neues erdacht - bin wie immer für jede kritik dankbar!
Victory
Sometimes
the spark seems to be gone.
You look at their eyes,
the spark seems to be gone.
You look at the sky,
You're asking: where is the spark
the stars,
painters use to draw?
Sometimes future tends to be dark -
and the spark seems to be gone.
Sometimes passion seems to be gone.
Seems to be just a word,
a lie, a quiet echo,
of good times long ago.
Hope seems to be
a conspiracy,
of so called artists.
You hear them laughing,
knowing where the heart is.
What art is.
Where the spark hides,
where the stars shine.
Sometimes
the spark seems to be gone.
But when a falling star
suddenly appears,
when you hear,
no, when you feel
the echo in your ear,
you'll finally find the spark,
the light in the dark,
glimmering in your eyes.
Worth enough to strive for.
For more, for the core.
And you'll find your heart
under your beating chest
and you'll realise,
art can't be wrong
'cause the spark has never gone.
(the spark has never gone at all)
grüße,
hab mir da wieder was neues erdacht - bin wie immer für jede kritik dankbar!
Victory
Sometimes
the spark seems to be gone.
You look at their eyes,
the spark seems to be gone.
You look at the sky,
You're asking: where is the spark
the stars,
painters use to draw?
Sometimes future tends to be dark -
and the spark seems to be gone.
Sometimes passion seems to be gone.
Seems to be just a word,
a lie, a quiet echo,
of good times long ago.
Hope seems to be
a conspiracy,
of so called artists.
You hear them laughing,
knowing where the heart is.
What art is.
Where the spark hides,
where the stars shine.
Sometimes
the spark seems to be gone.
But when a falling star
suddenly appears,
when you hear,
no, when you feel
the echo in your ear,
you'll finally find the spark,
the light in the dark,
glimmering in your eyes.
Worth enough to strive for.
For more, for the core.
And you'll find your heart
under your beating chest
and you'll realise,
art can't be wrong
'cause the spark has never gone.
(the spark has never gone at all)
grüße,
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