He will paint the light and shade colors and the trees He will climb the steepest hill believing what he sees He will lay down on the ground beneath the old oak tree He will sleep forever if you try to set him free Sail on the wings of a cloud where to well nobody knows And cry, cry if you want them to see, die every day to be free Be proud, to wear the colours that you call your own Be loud, speak out when you want the world to know Be strong, hold the flame for everyone to see Be weak, if you want to love He will paint the endless sea a mystery to me He will reach out for the sun not dreaming what he sees He will fall down on his knees angel touching ground Takes him to the other side sweet love is coming down youtube/watch?v=f1WglgDsOqg
Posted on: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 01:35:04 +0000
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