Sitting on a river bed with little flowers in my head, floating in a empty dream never ending melody.
Speaking in different tongue, only to the Earth and Sun,
children of the Moon will come, we sent the wind for them.
Carrying all of our welcomed friends, to where I sit on the river bed with little flowers in my head, floating in a empty dream never ending melody.
Speaking in different tongue, only to the Earth and Sun,
children of the Moon will come, we sent the wind for them.
Carrying all of our welcomed friends to where I sit on the river bed with little flowers in my head, floating in a empty dream never ending melody.
Speaking in different tongue, only to the Earth and Sun,
children of the Moon will come, we sent the wind for them.
Carrying all of our welcomed friends to where I sit on the river bed with little flowers in my head, floating in a empty dream never ending melody.
Speaking in different tongue, only to the Earth and Sun,
children of the Moon will come, we sent the wind for them.
Carrying all of our welcomed friends to where I sit on the river bed with little flowers in my head, floating in a empty dream never ending melody.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 3:30 AM UTC
One the bus, that's where I'm going to be
Leaving behind the trouble that this world has made for me
Finding friends or did they find me?
Traveling along this world that's going to set me free,
you can join if you wanna come
On the bus
On the bus
That's where I'll be
On the bus, That's where I'm going to be,
making friends in life journey is the place for me,
come along if you wanna ride, or we can just sit around and smoke some **** (YIPPIEE)
Taking so tokes then I'll have to go (to my next home)
to find that freedom that's calling me
On the bus
On the bus
is where I'll be
On the bus, Till I find my home
riding the wind to where ever it may blow
finding things, in life that I have never known,
then it dawns on me that this is home
finding friends in my traveling home
On the bus
On the bus
I made it home
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 3:29 AM UTC
I walked with my mind down a long unknown road
to speak with trees, who never had a chance to have there story told
They are old, living in times of new, as they cried they ask "what did they do?"
Nothing I could say that would make them understand, how do you describe the hate of man?
As I walked away with my head down low, told them I will pass on their story, so here it goes
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 3:26 AM UTC
Your mind is racing trying to capture the faces on the wall
your body is slipping, and your about to fall
don't try running, or he will come after you, now everything, is turning bluuuuue
You can travel through visions
but you wont get very far,
your mind will get stuck and no one will here you call
Now your wishing you wasn't here at all
The voices are muffled but you can hear that ring
it's starting to take over everything
the colors are coming closer to the end
and this is where the fun begins
Go see Dr Zoolou he can tell you everything
if you can find him catching clouds with a string
if he can get one, everything will be fine, if not your soul is mine.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 3:21 AM UTC
She stood by the river, dancing with no shoes
she had everyone wanting to groove
she has this smile that made you want to sing
it was alright even tho we knew it was just a fling
she would stand there waving her arms, singing and dancing till the morning comes, morning comes
Her name was Shaina and when she smiled,
everyone knew that things will be good but just for a while,
she had people gathering coming for miles and mile, and when they showed, she would smile
Shaina would smile,
Shaina would smile.
You can go by this river even to this day,
and you will see people still loving this way
with her magical power within their minds
she will be dancing till the end of time, end of time
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 3:14 AM UTC