ThyUrbanMonk
02-20-2013, 05:09 PM
Let her live,
she is a free soul.
With little feathers,
and no goals.
She makes a dream,
in which she lives.
To sail across,
with no ships.
Smooth is life,
she always thinks.
Things are changing,
within the blinks.
I want her safe,I want her go.
With all her heart & don't just show.
I want you see the truth,they are not merely calls.
It is called Life ,have to live by all.
You are in my heart with a lovely space,
I will live happily to see your grace.
Grace on the face just won't matter,
that grace of your heart will make the letter.
The letter will make both of us calm,
will feel again you are in my arm...
You are in my arm.
she is a free soul.
With little feathers,
and no goals.
She makes a dream,
in which she lives.
To sail across,
with no ships.
Smooth is life,
she always thinks.
Things are changing,
within the blinks.
I want her safe,I want her go.
With all her heart & don't just show.
I want you see the truth,they are not merely calls.
It is called Life ,have to live by all.
You are in my heart with a lovely space,
I will live happily to see your grace.
Grace on the face just won't matter,
that grace of your heart will make the letter.
The letter will make both of us calm,
will feel again you are in my arm...
You are in my arm.