I am from the hot ocean breeze
and crystal clear waters
From the baseball fields
where the dug-outs are covered in original flavored sunflower seeds
From the "lefty's got game!"
and the "Lefty, get it!" As I step up to home plate
I am from the young girl who runs through the coffee fields
in her sky blue dress in the embrace of freedom
I am from the delicately blooming red Rose in a field of Tulips
From the hidden secret garden
that is my heart
I am from the smile that shines as bright as the sun
From the vroom-vroom of the motor to the red motorcycle riding up the dirt road
I am from frustration of a currupted past
fading away in a whirl of darkness
I am from the young girl horse back riding on the beach
the ball of fire up in the sky
setting the scenery as she makes her way down the beach
I am from the fairy tales of a young girl all grown
yet still refusing to relinquish a dream meant to be lived
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
I am from the hot ocean breeze
and crystal clear waters
From the baseball fields
where the dug-outs are covered in original flavored sunflower seeds
From the "lefty's got game!"
and the "Lefty, get it!" As I step up to home plate
I am from the young girl who runs through the coffee fields
in her sky blue dress in the embrace of freedom
I am from the delicately blooming red Rose in a field of Tulips
From the hidden secret garden
that is my heart
I am from the smile that shines as bright as the sun
From the vroom-vroom of the motor to the red motorcycle riding up the dirt road
I am from frustration of a currupted past
fading away in a whirl of darkness
I am from the young girl horse back riding on the beach
the ball of fire up in the sky
setting the scenery as she makes her way down the beach
I am from the fairy tales of a young girl all grown
yet still refusing to relinquish a dream meant to be lived