There is a place where time stands still
Where clocks won’t move
All the ones who travel here will never leave again
Lovers never have to part
Children never grow old
And in this place what’s mine is yours ‘cause our lungs have breathed their last
Save me, did you get what you wanted? Or did this count for nothing?
Did you take your life to give to me? A dream within a dream
Of a place where we find our fears are stilled
Sleep now weak and jealous moon
Your grief is wasted on a terrible world
Life is filled with disappointment
So she chose to stop her heart so the sadness won’t find her
You can argue that it’s noble to live life
Or that it’s better to give up into the fight
There’s a man inside his study with a picture of a woman
She held his heart captive when she’d walk into the room
But now she’s a memory
She’s now just a memory
supported by 12 fans who also own “The Demoiselle Crane”
There is something haunting about the family having zero clue about WW2 in its entirety. I remember learning about them and wondering and I still wonder now how many are still in the wilderness, driven there by atrocities or not. Many find being alone to be fear inducing. But they left and isolated out of fear to begin with. This music is just the tip of the iceberg for how haunting and emotional the situation is. It does its job as well as possible, though. Amazing. jacensolodjo
supported by 11 fans who also own “The Demoiselle Crane”
Can't recall how I found this release but I'm glad I did. Take whatever mood you're in and by the time you finish listening to this if you aren't left in a reflective, calm and ultimately grateful state about life - seek medical help. Beautiful. DJ Osric