Perched up on a branch with thorns all around,
Looking down upon this world
I sing my sweetest song.
Oh how pretty it all seems,
Those people chasing their dreams!
Dreams that escalate to reality,
Like a poetry in my head.
I am a creature with wings,
Called hope.
Oh hear my song that will guide you through the night!
Hear it with your soul, it's such a delight!
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 3:30 PM UTC
Perched up on a branch with thorns all around,
Looking down upon this world
I sing my sweetest song.
Oh how pretty it all seems,
Those people chasing their dreams!
Dreams that escalate to reality,
Like a poetry in my head.
I am a creature with wings,
Called hope.
Oh hear my song that will guide you through the night!
Hear it with your soul, it's such a delight!
