Free my soul
Set me free...

Through the door
In the window...

When you hold
A golden flower...

Soaring high
Above the sky...

You work so hard
No one would stop and think...

She was sitting here
Surrounded by friends...

The sweet smells
The comfort...

As the wind soars
I move along...

I used to be hard
And small and round...

Quietly she sat
Crying all alone...

He Was An Artist
While at first he was sweet and charming...

My heart is a guitar that he plays with the...
This lovely tune that just the sight of his form...