Eyes Closed.
When my eyes are closed I see stars,
And I can see the copper color of mars,
A galaxy, painted on the back of my lids,
An imagination, that none can forbid,
A world of my own, as big as space,
To run away, to escape, is my saving grace.
And I can see the copper color of mars,
A galaxy, painted on the back of my lids,
An imagination, that none can forbid,
A world of my own, as big as space,
To run away, to escape, is my saving grace.