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.
