"What do you do when your worlds come crashing starting to fall apart
What do you think when you see your dreams shining in your sky suddenly drop at such a frightening site
Shes been asked so many questions and she gives no answers only holds with in
She's been walking on thin air alone
Guiding her self through infinity, she's been so far away from all that can be touched
I see her gazing at the darkness and in her arising stare so proud, head held up high though all that she's been fighting for slipped through her finger tips like grains of sand
She know that all she need is a spark that would guide her through
Ones she was empty yet her mind was a mad running revere filled with life, beauty and fantasy that she's been hiding so well from existence
She knows The wold is selfish and naive yet she carries her self gloriously and pried with every stork she took filling her canvas
In the way her fingers move with her eyes lining the sketch she's madly in love with all I could see was passion
I see her walking across a nerow rode that's made out of roses, thorns and stone
Been driven by an image that She only can see so clear in a mixture of nightmares and dreams
She knows where the path will lead
A rare talent not everyone comprehends indeed
She has no words only wings of gold that paint the dark sky when she's sowers as a masterpiece"
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
"What do you do when your worlds come crashing starting to fall apart
What do you think when you see your dreams shining in your sky suddenly drop at such a frightening site
Shes been asked so many questions and she gives no answers only holds with in
She's been walking on thin air alone
Guiding her self through infinity, she's been so far away from all that can be touched
I see her gazing at the darkness and in her arising stare so proud, head held up high though all that she's been fighting for slipped through her finger tips like grains of sand
She know that all she need is a spark that would guide her through
Ones she was empty yet her mind was a mad running revere filled with life, beauty and fantasy that she's been hiding so well from existence
She knows The wold is selfish and naive yet she carries her self gloriously and pried with every stork she took filling her canvas
In the way her fingers move with her eyes lining the sketch she's madly in love with all I could see was passion
I see her walking across a nerow rode that's made out of roses, thorns and stone
Been driven by an image that She only can see so clear in a mixture of nightmares and dreams
She knows where the path will lead
A rare talent not everyone comprehends indeed
She has no words only wings of gold that paint the dark sky when she's sowers as a masterpiece"
For her..
