Crowned Castle

Far And Few Between

Saturday, February 25, 2006

As we walk in these fields of gold
Upon the fields of people
Our lives are binded
In all sort of commercial ways

Many years have passed
In this life we live
But do we (still) believe,
In the things we treasure the most?

Sting sang,
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold

I hope,
We'll find ourselves
To make
this world
our world
only world
A better place.