I hope there are days
When you feel free
When the wind blows against your back
Yet you don't fall and break
You're flying high
Up into the stars on nigh
Happiness for you
Would be my dream come true
Because you're my summer sky
The apple of my eye
And even though you're up high
All the way up in the sky
I hope there are days
When you think of me
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Feelings .
PoesíaLife doesn't have rules Why should my words have them? // Life through my eyes. Written is prose.
