I wish I was a wandering thought
In the heated wind I would be caught
to drift west through the ocean air
and move the perfume in her hair
A smile I'd see, a tear I'd feel
Her face I'd touch, her scent I'd steal
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 5:29 AM UTC
I wish I was a wandering thought
In the heated wind I would be caught
to drift west through the ocean air
and move the perfume in her hair
A smile I'd see, a tear I'd feel
Her face I'd touch, her scent I'd steal
Written 19 OCT 2006 in Iraq