I search for a hole in the wall
And I hope to land on my past,
The stage where we played
The life that wasn’t to last
And I keep falling back in time
In the thought that won’t let me cry
The only thing in between us…
Nothing but a very thin line.What is life but a series of exodi - A child's birth from a safe, nurturing womb A boy learning to walk by himself A young man yearning ...