I want to go to a special place,
where the water is sparkling from the sun so hot,
where the sand is warm and soft in between your toes,
where the grass is very tall swaying in the wind,
where the breeze is warm blowing through your hair,
where the seagulls soar across the sky,
where the bluebirds sing there special song,
where the deer prance in the woods,
where the driftwood floats up to the shoreline and back again
where is there silence, quiet, a place of serenity?
when will my special place come to greet me?
when will the world stop and take it all in?
When will the bluebirds sing?
When will the gulls fly across the sky?
When will the deer prance in the woods?
When...