The wind blows whisps of hair into my eyes.
The clouds will cry and i dance.
Under his scorching rays i'll lay.
And she is the reason why my greatest dream is to sprout wings and fly.
The stars tie stories.
Bless the mother sky.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 5:41 AM UTC
The wind blows whisps of hair into my eyes.
The clouds will cry and i dance.
Under his scorching rays i'll lay.
And she is the reason why my greatest dream is to sprout wings and fly.
The stars tie stories.
Bless the mother sky.
