Passage to Eden
Ivan Torrent Lyrics
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@ranbirbhattacharyaranbir
In this Universe hidden gems are present like you and the Lady with Excellent Voice performance.
This Music creates a way to Supreme Lord through your tunes..
And I can feel it closing my eyes..
One day Soul will leave this torn Dress...
Who am I !!
We are Soul's...
Soul is Immortal.
Stay Blessed 🙌.
Thank you ❤️
@nooraausen2737
For years now, listening to your music has taken me to another place, another world, where I can calm down and fall asleep. Your music brings forth emotions, images so beautiful that they cannot be explained. Like in Icarus, I can hear his wings, as he rises higher and higher. And feel the sorrow of his father, watching his son fly too close to the sun. So many of your melodies make the hair on my skin to stand up - in the best possible way, and only my favourite music does this. This melody is surely going to be one of my favourites for a long time. Thank you for your amazing music.
@epicgrawlixmusic8901
You have given the best review on Ivan's work ❤️
@naveenbatra7242
noora
@gertrudemodi9550
You're not alone
@andrecortereal9898
Nooraperfect ❤️🔥
@johnantonliston6877
True💝
@anenetc
Dear Ivan, I pray that you never stop making music even in the afterlife. Thank you very much
@fjbeingherself
Ivan's music + Lara's voice = ✨️PERFECTION✨️
@Xjyne
Мелодия заставляющая задумываться о бытие , вечном , путешествия по пространствам вселенной , о естественной дикой природе и о ее обитателей ,, пронизывает душу
@joshclaspell577
Listening to this, I was moved beyond words. I wrote this, something dedicated to my grandmother.
It took eighty-two years before God called her home. Eighty-two years filled with compassion, tenderness, sympathy, and most importantly, love. Years of family, of friends, and years of caring for the children of the world. She’s there, just beyond the veil, and yet she’s out of reach. She’s with me everywhere I go, yet she feels a world away. Memories are like flashbacks in my mind, yet they feel a lifetime ago. I see her, hunched over the kitchen table on early weekend mornings, her nightgown still on and coffee in her hands. She moves and I can hear the rustling of fabric. It’s a dream, a flashback, a memory, a mere wish that’ll never see fruition. I long to reach my hand out. I long to grip her fingers in my own, and feel them in my grasp just one last time. I see her rocking in her chair, the early sunrise bathing her in light. I see her peering out her front door, looking for her squirrels and birds, finding delight despite her inability to fully see them. I see her smile and the radiance that blossoms from it. I can hear the creak of the chair with every gentle rock back and forth. I see her as she lays in her bed, hands clasped in prayer so that her children and grandchildren may live peaceful lives filled with love and happiness. For every marriage, for every funeral, for every heartbreak or sickness: she clasped her hands at night and she prayed. She’s out there somewhere, happy and free. She’s out there, standing amongst the wildflowers, enjoying a moment to breathe. She’s looking both regal and graceful, as she did in our world. She’s home, wrapped in the comforting embrace of our Lord. She stands in a field of wildflower, waiting patiently. Waiting for the day I can find her again. The day when I can finally hug her close to me again and cry openly and freely. When I can feel her arms around me, and my anxieties and worries will melt away. I yearn for that tender embrace, so that she may tell me the four little words I’ve longed to hear since the day she left our world.
“I love you, baby”
Grandma Ruth
1938 - 2020