Just sitting, looking at the lake,
The serenity in the air.
My hand, he did tenderly take;
We could travel anywhere.
It is still and tranquil here,
And the noise goes down.
No need for a single tear,
Or any bit of frown.
The sun radiates my soul
And the wind begins to gently blow.
It’s like my heart is full
Of a warmth I didn’t know.
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 11:30 PM UTC
Just sitting, looking at the lake,
The serenity in the air.
My hand, he did tenderly take;
We could travel anywhere.
It is still and tranquil here,
And the noise goes down.
No need for a single tear,
Or any bit of frown.
The sun radiates my soul
And the wind begins to gently blow.
It’s like my heart is full
Of a warmth I didn’t know.