Briskly rising to the sky
Cold clouds rushing past
Flying hopes to never land
Light Streatching out my hand
Out seeing the fields
What is a dream
And can you tell me what is real?
Everyone else is home in bed,
And I’m out here lost in my own head,
Out seeing the fields
Freeze crystal on the bridge
Trees frozen diamond leaves
Ice stiffening the wheat
Wind underneath my feet
I only feel close to you when I’m under open sky
I only feel guided when I’m free to question why
Only when I smell the earth upon my face,
will I ever be free to fly from this place
Morning wings against the ledge
Frost trees painted on the glass
Snow covering the streets
Home warm beneath my sheets
Song For: Dawud Wharnsby AliCold clouds rushing past
Flying hopes to never land
Light Streatching out my hand
Out seeing the fields
What is a dream
And can you tell me what is real?
Everyone else is home in bed,
And I’m out here lost in my own head,
Out seeing the fields
Freeze crystal on the bridge
Trees frozen diamond leaves
Ice stiffening the wheat
Wind underneath my feet
I only feel close to you when I’m under open sky
I only feel guided when I’m free to question why
Only when I smell the earth upon my face,
will I ever be free to fly from this place
Morning wings against the ledge
Frost trees painted on the glass
Snow covering the streets
Home warm beneath my sheets
Album: Out Seeing The Fields
2 comments:
amazing as usual ..
don't u find it strange that we have the same taste of music :D?
hey,btw, click here check the surprise i told u about :p
no i don't, cuz it's not only music.. u know ;)
& CONGRATULATION for the release ;).. and thnx 4 inviting me 4 the primer :D
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