1man, I'm discreetly near a tree in the leaves. Trying to find peace in my life, Spinning my thin thread. There are many of us who try to find peace Trying to find calm by a rough sea And the seas were filled to the brim with drops, The stones are joined together by grains of sand, We are all small in a big world we have no control over, In my life I have to try to find peace for my soul Some find solace in their faith and religion, Some by what life brings, I'm trying to spin my own delicate thread. Some discover the secret of the universe Some struggle to be hard as a stone, I'm spinning my own thread I can't do anything else The world is crazy but beautiful place that grows And we try with our hands to wish to control Weightless, thin fabrics The beauty is tangible
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