It’s day, without eyes;
I am not dreaming honey pie,
It is cloudburst, appeared before;
I am worried many more.
It is faith, with my heart;
It is not listening anymore,
It is a cry off, seasoning fall;
I am happy heavy more.
It is trust, like flickering light;
It is not reflecting baby Mia,
It is overwhelming, sprinkled high;
Now, I am joyful every day.
It is you, in every dream;
I am seeing it every night,
It is a day dream, came to my eyes;
I am real, as you are.
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 1:49 AM UTC
It’s day, without eyes;
I am not dreaming honey pie,
It is cloudburst, appeared before;
I am worried many more.
It is faith, with my heart;
It is not listening anymore,
It is a cry off, seasoning fall;
I am happy heavy more.
It is trust, like flickering light;
It is not reflecting baby Mia,
It is overwhelming, sprinkled high;
Now, I am joyful every day.
It is you, in every dream;
I am seeing it every night,
It is a day dream, came to my eyes;
I am real, as you are.
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