I hear your laughter
And I hear you cry
And I won't turn away.
I have two hands,
One to hold your joy and
One to hold your pain.
And I know your rivers
Flow through my veins,
And the tears that I have cried
Have turned into rain
To water the forests
That breathe life through my lungs.
I won't turn away...
I hold your joy and
I hold your pain.
Can you Imagine the end of our civilisation, the end of our world, the end of you?
So I guess we're not superior, Not inferior either. We must be equal then? But what if we're not even that... And there is something that we forget? And I guess, It's not worth pondering On whether we exist, or not...
Rock River Oak Deer I am whole As You come alive in me... I am timeless As I come alive in you...
And I know your rivers Flow through my veins, And the tears that I have cried Have turned into rain To water the forests That breathe life through my lungs.
Michel is the founding director of Social Landscapes
