Among All clouds that we could see..
There is an hope, that we could flee..
It's all wait there till it's night..
Before span our wings in sunshine light...
Life is harmony of curves and slop..
What makes it melodious.. Is everlasting hope..
Oh yes, among all clouds, that i could see..
There is always an hope, that i could flee..
There is an hope, that we could flee..
It's all wait there till it's night..
Before span our wings in sunshine light...
Life is harmony of curves and slop..
What makes it melodious.. Is everlasting hope..
Oh yes, among all clouds, that i could see..
There is always an hope, that i could flee..