There are birds in the ocean
Little white waves on a wide blue cape
They kind of swim, kind of fly and kind of dance
Little bright hopes trying to escape
Though I try to,
I can only catch them with my eyes
Though I want to,
I can only reach up to where the horizon lies
See there are birds in the ocean
Even though we know they're meant for the skies
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 8:02 AM UTC
There are birds in the ocean
Little white waves on a wide blue cape
They kind of swim, kind of fly and kind of dance
Little bright hopes trying to escape
Though I try to,
I can only catch them with my eyes
Though I want to,
I can only reach up to where the horizon lies
See there are birds in the ocean
Even though we know they're meant for the skies
© Lizley (Maria Flordeliz Yamog)
|02.19.2016|
Sometimes we want to make decisions but these decisions are stuck inside inhibitions where they can't seem to find an escape.
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