The voice in my head, speaks to me,
That I could dance in the rain, play around the trees,
Paint up the clouds, chase the flies,
Lie on the hay, Or could sing with the Jay
While I’ll wait for your come back,
In the meadows, under the bright blue sky,
Where free as a bird, my thoughts could fly.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 6:57 AM UTC
The voice in my head, speaks to me,
That I could dance in the rain, play around the trees,
Paint up the clouds, chase the flies,
Lie on the hay, Or could sing with the Jay
While I’ll wait for your come back,
In the meadows, under the bright blue sky,
Where free as a bird, my thoughts could fly.
