I sit in class waiting my very soul pacing
my limbs aching with the need to run and escape
from all the confinement that home and school bring
At home i long to run the feel of the wind blowing threw my hair
no more expectations to fallow no more people to bring u down just
me and my freedom rains.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
I sit in class waiting my very soul pacing
my limbs aching with the need to run and escape
from all the confinement that home and school bring
At home i long to run the feel of the wind blowing threw my hair
no more expectations to fallow no more people to bring u down just
me and my freedom rains.
