A Play Within A Play
You me, me you, when will we be
Love goes on, no hurry, tell me
That I know whatever has to be
Since dreams have their reasons anyway
All the good love stories have their glory
Your's the winds flowing on and on and on and on
And on and on
Let the winter winds of old
Take the water to the sea
As the man turned into light
Like the forest of the west
They were carrying the fire
Like the boats that sail the waves
In the gardens of belief
Meditate us turn the key
Re-returning once again and again and again and again
Re-returning once again and again and again and again
For the many to be sure
That's why children seem to know the reason why
True knowledge of believing is believing
I'll find a truth and then believe it to the end
It seems so easy as my life and I begin to know why
Are we to everything a play within a play