Kevin McCarter
Jul 27, 2017 · 1 min read

Im Sitting on the mountain

Dreaming about a fountain

The braids I twist,

They mean something new.

Every day I wish,

For something true…

The fountain is joy,

To this little boy.

The braids are chance,

A way of life.

A better dance.

Im Sitting on the mountain,

Dreaming about a fountain

The braids I twist,

They mean something new.

Everyday I wish,

For something true.