Saturday, October 14, 2006
Grew up in a small town
and when the rain would fall down
I'd just stare out my window
Dreaming of what could be
And if I'd end up happy
I would pray
Trying hard to reach out
But when I'd try to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I'd pray
Wanna feel the warm breeze
Sleep under a palm tree
Feel the rush of the ocean
Get aboard a fast train
Travel on a damn plane far away
And breakaway...
memories of you;
12:21 AM