World Without End - Pristina

Once that tree was small *sigh*

Going his own way… but not

Every broken one

Will be new again

Every broken one

Really new again

There are many directions

When you’re walking alone

Now we see one not conquered by

The multitude of the small

How do you get there with nothing at all?

Every broken one

Really new again

And when the moment is right

Even one capable will be

A world without end