All we ever do is wander,
All we ever know is air,
All we ever see is changing
Every hour, everywhere —
All we ever want is endless,
Stemming from an untold lack —
All we ever have is borrowed,
To be, one day,
Given
Back
All We Ever
Lonely grave by track, gravestone in open nature, parkland. Countryside with dramatic, foreboding clouds. Ideal as background, with copyspace.
