Gone with the Wind
Whispers,
through the trees.
My ears are filled with secrets.
The soft breeze rocks the grass;
like waves of an endless green sea.
I dance,
with tears in my eyes,
deeep into the green sea.
I only wish,
that the wind and it's secrets,
would carry me away.
through the trees.
My ears are filled with secrets.
The soft breeze rocks the grass;
like waves of an endless green sea.
I dance,
with tears in my eyes,
deeep into the green sea.
I only wish,
that the wind and it's secrets,
would carry me away.