May 2015
They look like the sun.
Yellow as a lemon.
Bright like a star.
Smiling to the shinny sun.
Try to touch the sky.
Filled with beauty.
You'll never fing her so gloomy
Yellow as a lemon.
Bright like a star.
Smiling to the shinny sun.
Try to touch the sky.
Filled with beauty.
You'll never fing her so gloomy
