Saturday, July 25, 2009

I seen another world. Sometimes I think it was just my imagination.

This great evil. Where does it come from? How'd it steal into the world? What seed, what root did it grow from? Who's doin' this? Who's killin' us? Robbing us of life and light. Mockin' us with the sight of what we might've known. Does our ruin benefit the earth? Does it help the grass to grow, the sun to shine? Is this darkness in you, too? Have you passed through this night?

Private Witt, The Thin Red Line

Journey to the Line by Hans Zimmer

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

love this scene... thank you