When I let myself go….
I found her
She wasn't perfect…
In fact was crazy
Long lost, wandering all by herself
She was happy…
N I asked her
How it feels like to be this way
She was busy making a castle of not sand but her dreams
Didn't reply
N I thought may be this is how it feels like….
When you are you
She was happy and now so was I
Because now I knew to find her…I have to let myself go