I'm just a lonely wounded beast
With my eyes up to the skies
I daydream about the land
Where my freedom's spirit lies
I'm standing on the edge of day
Inhaling freshness of the dawn
Ihe air is crisp inside my lungs
With freedom's spirit, worked in stone
In stone of beauty of the castles
In stone of power of the forts
That stand so proud on the hills
Untouched by battles and the wars
I spread my arms like wings & jump
Jump from the tallest of the hills
To feel the winds caress my skin
With the streams of gentle chills
Through the mountains,peaceful valleys
I soar with a smile on my face
As if I'll stay in here forever
As if I'll never fall from grace
It's still a dream though, plain & simple
The one I use to make it through
But even so I don't give up
The hope of making it come true
Dreams of the Beast
© Copyright: Марина Фордвэкс, 2009
Свидетельство о публикации №109041100849
Свидетельство о публикации №109041100849
Рецензии