Falling

Some extreme thoughts

Falling

Burnt out, exhausted and fatigued
Faded and pale, with so much pain in my head
And a fire of sorrow in my heart
I think I am falling

Falling

Imagine the dance of pink apple blossoms
In the hands of spring breeze

Visualise a carpet of jasmine flowers
Fallen beneath the gate of summer sun

Dream about the fire of autumn leaves
When they seek Earth’s tranquillity and peace

Picture the silent fall of snowflakes
On the rooftops of quiet streets

Falling was in granny's prayer
As she bent down everyday for God

She told me about The Fall of Man
The day that Eve had the fruit of wisdom

But she didn’t know about Newton’s apple
She wasn’t aware of the black holes

Light falls in darkness
Sound sinks in silence

Day descends into cradle of the night
Sun dives in the land of golden dreams

Gravity is its name, the power that makes you fall
Or perhaps it's a kind of attraction
forcing you to fly

Burnt out, exhausted and fatigued
Faded and pale, with so much pain in my head
And a fire of sorrow in my heart
I think I am falling: falling madly in love

RainStar