Een stap in het duister
zonder zekerheid,
zonder kaart.
De lucht ademt anders,
de grond voelt vreemd
en toch beweegt iets vooruit.
Geen angst,alleen ruimte
voor wat nog niet is,
......
Despondently, he surveys his lost kingdom
Deep in his throne high on the bluff
Daring angels, covered in wings and wheels and eyes
Dance and flutter around in sorrowful mourning
Hiding from his world, sequestered from his people
Hearkening back to the glory now gone
Humbled by the heartbreak
Hanged from the forbidden tree
......
Starting something new
is a bit scary at first.
It's not the beginning that's hard,
but seeing it the whole way through.
Sometimes we make it to the end.
Sometimes we don't.
If we do make it through,
it makes us feel good.
A sense of joy when we look back
at what we accomplished.
......
How does the Raven fly?
Feet like crooked branches that hang off the old fir tree,
Wise Raven can you even speak? Do you have a song for me?
Eyes so deep I feel cold,
Do you Raven even own a soul?
Feathers as dark as night,
Your body that of taconite,
Your wings like black velvet as you glide by
How does the Raven fly?
I feel you may soon take flight,
......
A beggars fall
Perhaps induced a path to tall
Endurance less able to recall.
Thoughts of past and future pain
I held in my palm emotions grain
streams failed to drain
withered trees what I'm I to gain.
There were no directions
north or south failed predictions
I should of let the rudder slip
......
A beggars fall
Perhaps induced a path to tall
Endurance less able to recall.
Thoughts of past and future pain
I held in my palm emotions grain
streams failed to drain
withered trees what I'm I to gain.
There were no directions
north or south failed predictions
I should of let the rudder slip
......
Een stap in het duister
zonder zekerheid,
zonder kaart.
De lucht ademt anders,
de grond voelt vreemd
en toch beweegt iets vooruit.
Geen angst,alleen ruimte
voor wat nog niet is,
......
Starting something new
is a bit scary at first.
It's not the beginning that's hard,
but seeing it the whole way through.
Sometimes we make it to the end.
Sometimes we don't.
If we do make it through,
it makes us feel good.
A sense of joy when we look back
at what we accomplished.
......
How does the Raven fly?
Feet like crooked branches that hang off the old fir tree,
Wise Raven can you even speak? Do you have a song for me?
Eyes so deep I feel cold,
Do you Raven even own a soul?
Feathers as dark as night,
Your body that of taconite,
Your wings like black velvet as you glide by
How does the Raven fly?
I feel you may soon take flight,
......
Despondently, he surveys his lost kingdom
Deep in his throne high on the bluff
Daring angels, covered in wings and wheels and eyes
Dance and flutter around in sorrowful mourning
Hiding from his world, sequestered from his people
Hearkening back to the glory now gone
Humbled by the heartbreak
Hanged from the forbidden tree
......