Jan 2016
Misty night,
A warm light
Sailing through the wind
Never having sinned
Stars are floating by
As I face the moon and lie
And as the birds pass I cry:
Oh how I wish I could fly
A warm light
Sailing through the wind
Never having sinned
Stars are floating by
As I face the moon and lie
And as the birds pass I cry:
Oh how I wish I could fly
© 2011 Xilhouette
