Testo On Wings Of Love

Make mine the empire in an alien land Which welcomes the thief from an old Rajasthan Make the numbers turn over and the eyes gaze around As the food of the harvest of pure thought abounds Eerie stands the myth of a man who's called The saviour of souls with their life faith restored On wings of love from here we can depart Hey maybe, in the world of our dreams There's freedom from anguish, that comes in between Cause hate is the avenue that leads to ill health Springs from a memory of injured oneself Oh! Live with a body, a body alive!