i feel like a bird who can soar with
golden wing over clouds white,blu,purple
green,
obstructed,from the soft view of heaven
and paradise,blind to time,tring to intently
listen to the song that seemed to impregnate
its sweet soul, and plant seeds
embedded in vocal cords
lovin the words that tumbles in this groove,
only today words dont come from her seasoned
vocal cords.they are silenced......crushed.......
like a bird who can't soar with golden wings over clouds white,blu,
,purple,and green
golden wing over clouds white,blu,purple
green,
obstructed,from the soft view of heaven
and paradise,blind to time,tring to intently
listen to the song that seemed to impregnate
its sweet soul, and plant seeds
embedded in vocal cords
lovin the words that tumbles in this groove,
only today words dont come from her seasoned
vocal cords.they are silenced......crushed.......
like a bird who can't soar with golden wings over clouds white,blu,
,purple,and green