And as time passes by slowly,
I remain swinging, back and forth, higher and higher.
Tilting my head backward, I let my hair flow in the summery breeze,
every bad thought disappears for a while and I smell the scent of freedom.
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
And as time passes by slowly,
I remain swinging, back and forth, higher and higher.
Tilting my head backward, I let my hair flow in the summery breeze,
every bad thought disappears for a while and I smell the scent of freedom.