When I was younger I told my parents That I wanted to touch a star And they told me To embrace one With open arms. Maybe that's why When I hold you And my chest burns, And my mind spins, I don't let go.
She wafted on the breezes of mindless swaying treetops, her world was a sheltered oyster in ocean's iridescent indulgence there was no breadth of sea's depth, merely a curiosity's naiveté that rescued her spirit through many a dark eventide