I sing high above the clouds
Flowing through a river I am feeling
Excaping from this life
With words of such meaning
In the passion of a fire
I fly away from home
I grasp where I am looking
I'm finally my own
I can only see the horizzon
As it may never grow near
I wisper to it so softly
a song that brings my tears
A desire I must fufill
I cannot stop this singing
A movie in a silent still
I capture words in a painting
With a life I may create
I let it prosper in my mind
Only in those memories
A peace I can find
So I sing a about the trees
I sing about life and of death
I sing a cry so personally
As I share with the world my quest
Nothing is like those words
That have captivated my soul
I have grown with such beauties
I am only young, yet so old
To be continued.... ^____^
 -xo--Ali--ox- · Fri May 15, 2009 @ 03:33am · 0 Comments |
