I remember a little bird made of glassand meadows of sage-green grass,a silver…
Windows to my soul, mirrors to the skyshow me reflections of dreams that…
Out in the open field, where the free winds blow,there’s a garden of bluebells, oh, my heart…
The winds remind me that todaywill be gone and that tomorrow is a thief,even the…
Change is everlasting,and I am forever orbitingaround a planet so out of reach,taking…
