She sang to me the other day, A song so sweet and true. And I sang back, I let her know That I was bringing you. To see the beauty and hear the rush And feel the mist of water brush As fresh as morning dew. So when I let the sweet caress Of freedom from the heaven blessed You must remember to wonder, lest, Her breath will not be true.
Mission"Striving to be constitutionally incapable of capitulation"
Tweet BioUX Dev, actor, musician, writer. Life's too short to stop learning or loving. "On a scale from 1 to overtrusting, I am pretty damn naïve." ~@KaySarahSera