Who do we think we are? Angels still on clouds?
Beside the moon and around the stars - far away from doubt?
I know the world is full, full with tenderness.
Beware of godless fools - life is too short, really too short to sleep.
Open your eyes and look around - nature's breath spread your life.
The glowing moon and twinkle stars - at night a candlelight.
Who do we think we are? Oh, anyone knows?
Keep on walking your own way and you will find the meaning of to be. |