The wind is cold but the sun is bright,
so I sit and turn to the morning light
as water flows from one big rock,
I watch two birds turn to one big flock
they looked so free just like the sea
as they flew upon the sky
And there I knew that it meant
they were saying goodbye.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC
The wind is cold but the sun is bright,
so I sit and turn to the morning light
as water flows from one big rock,
I watch two birds turn to one big flock
they looked so free just like the sea
as they flew upon the sky
And there I knew that it meant
they were saying goodbye.
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