While my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the skyI choose no face to look at, choose no way
I just happen to be here, and it's ok
Green grass, blue eyes, grey sky
God bless silent pain and happiness
I came around to say yes, and I say
While my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky
1 comment:
Very beautiful words...
A Good week for you.
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