she sees it in the laughter of children feels the vibrations of a song hears it in the silence of the darkest night. always a blue sky a sunny day the sails of her ship billowing in a west wind
she is a shotgun and a prayer would like 3 cats a dog the cabin in the woods with cable tv
she dreams of the open field where the white horse always waits ready to make the run to a meadow high in the distance
Have you ever given your heart But it wasn't received on the other side It left you but it didn't go through So, it is hanging inbetween like a lost parcel Neither here nor there, uneasy to retrieve.