As we fly over this digital landscape we are made aware that as a collective we don’t always pay attention to the signs presented to us.
Nothing is forever lost, the cycle does happen, better times are possible when with our hearts we listen.
Words
Pal unto élu : The seeds were scattered Thel kuski tan khan : We didn’t feel Na bart u zem : Now the land is barren Tem lur lai hain : Cyclic is our nature Tintai til kuski ta khan : With our hearts we hear