Go where the sunsets spill from sapphire skies,
Where mothers are rewarded for how hard they try.
Where parakeets dance and sway as they fly,
And where men are punished for the lies they supply.
Please take me to the place where we play in the rye.
I want to go where crows no longer cry.
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 5:55 PM UTC
Go where the sunsets spill from sapphire skies,
Where mothers are rewarded for how hard they try.
Where parakeets dance and sway as they fly,
And where men are punished for the lies they supply.
Please take me to the place where we play in the rye.
I want to go where crows no longer cry.