The Miracle of Unknown
In the journey to capture core
Still for the humble door
Which turns every cone
For the way to soar
A walk with the dry sole
Sparks along the path grown
To stop the step of the drone
Hundred appear more
Light of divine lure
Forbidden to go in torns...
Still for the humble door
Which turns every cone
For the way to soar
A walk with the dry sole
Sparks along the path grown
To stop the step of the drone
Hundred appear more
Light of divine lure
Forbidden to go in torns...