Now I walk … Walk into the wild…
Leaving every mistakes of past behind….I now feel alive …
Always think about the days gone by
When my childhood eyes saw only hills & sky
But I'm not the simple minded boy I used to be
No I learned to picture life in it's reality
I turned my eyes to see a bird fly over head
And I dreamt it's wings of freedom could be mine instead
And I dreamt it's wings of freedom could be mine instead
Her entire fortune of beauty up for an auction...
All the melodies of past pouring like the rain
poetry of earth, into the wild where poet seeks the words......
I am just a voice inside my head
need something to numb the pain
