Scrolling,
up and down the page.
An old soul,
from a different age.
A soul,
with memories of fields.
A place.
Without a place to be.
Underneath the sky each night.
All the love
and all the fights.
Never captured by the lens.
Never needing to pretend.
The freedom, that we took for granted.
Lost, with all the hope
we planted.
In the future
and the world.....
Bring me back to 94.
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC
Scrolling,
up and down the page.
An old soul,
from a different age.
A soul,
with memories of fields.
A place.
Without a place to be.
Underneath the sky each night.
All the love
and all the fights.
Never captured by the lens.
Never needing to pretend.
The freedom, that we took for granted.
Lost, with all the hope
we planted.
In the future
and the world.....
Bring me back to 94.
