I was a young and hopeful soul
Desired to wander free
Free of my worries and longed to go on adventures
At night I would watch the pink skies
Sitting in a rocking chair on the porch
Being aware of nature that surrounded me
Assertive of the words I shared
Taught the ways of my father
Dreamed of golden bridges and greener days
When people like you would come together and lay in the grass
Holding hands and listening to music
Going barefoot and swaying with the wind
Let us go back to Woodstock I had a change of heart
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC
I was a young and hopeful soul
Desired to wander free
Free of my worries and longed to go on adventures
At night I would watch the pink skies
Sitting in a rocking chair on the porch
Being aware of nature that surrounded me
Assertive of the words I shared
Taught the ways of my father
Dreamed of golden bridges and greener days
When people like you would come together and lay in the grass
Holding hands and listening to music
Going barefoot and swaying with the wind
Let us go back to Woodstock I had a change of heart
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