The field lies waiting for the twirl of dancing skirts and the sounds of blues. The twist of thought challenges the atmostphere, shall we dance here?
Take off my shades, for the trees don't speak, wandering here i may seek.
Though no tresspassing among path, no other place do i have.
Does the watercolor explain this fray, does the light always just pass so fast today?
where art though promies where art thy word, where is the picture i thought had formed?
Will you embrace this rivers flow? Do you see you have a role? Inspite inspite, oh remove that tear, remeber how thy slithers through this hemiphere? So do I yet will remain, to challenge that picture not invain.
Laugh do laugh i slumber nay, Fathers love remains all day~
Take off thou scarlet thread its not your to contend, a harlets throb of fear, why contain? This path is yours do not refrain.
I've given dozens of roses but will not do; a daisy can only explain my love for you!
Foot prints dissapear, while this daisy holding here. Can the field say good bye, will the watercolor become dry?
Just a kid where to go I met God here, he took control:)
Just a kid where to go I met God here, he took control:)
