Walking holding the hand
Of my soul, upon the sand,
Enjoying the dusk, when
Nature paints the sky,
Fills my heart with joy
As the evening of my life I see.
I feel ready to fall in the sea
That the red sun does
But I'm different, it comes
The next day, bright
I'll lie on the mud white.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
Walking holding the hand
Of my soul, upon the sand,
Enjoying the dusk, when
Nature paints the sky,
Fills my heart with joy
As the evening of my life I see.
I feel ready to fall in the sea
That the red sun does
But I'm different, it comes
The next day, bright
I'll lie on the mud white.