September Skies
Dreams are made to be persued.
To follow and reach with all your heart can handle.
Something to be proud of. Just as each dove soars through the clouds, just as each dream makes it's flight. . .
"Kahela, swear through your heart you will listen to me. What do you want to be when you grow up?" The father asked as he caressed his child. Her tender, snowy white hands connected with his soft palm.
"Daddy, I want to be an artist. I want to be an artist just like you. . .And I will be one, I'll make you proud daddy, I'll make you proud . . ."
To follow and reach with all your heart can handle.
Something to be proud of. Just as each dove soars through the clouds, just as each dream makes it's flight. . .
"Kahela, swear through your heart you will listen to me. What do you want to be when you grow up?" The father asked as he caressed his child. Her tender, snowy white hands connected with his soft palm.
"Daddy, I want to be an artist. I want to be an artist just like you. . .And I will be one, I'll make you proud daddy, I'll make you proud . . ."