We are but a fragile dream, a singular weed, resisting, ever resisting, That iron dirt, that eternal law. Those who can't see. Those who know not, that they are not, Do you know? We are fellows.
We are but a fragile dream, a singular weed, resisting, ever resisting, That iron dirt, that eternal law. Those who can't see. Those who know not, that they are not, Do you know? We are fellows.