I want to produce that signature something, a thing that people can take away with them and remember for even just a while, like a song nobody forgets and will love forever... |
And birds we were,
rich, but with not things of the world...
Pieces of a dream she has,
like glistening gems they are hers...
He walks in Beauty just like the night,
A vast Canvas overhead, those starry skies...
What a feeling beginning to grow inside of me,
oh how he makes me feel...
Goodbyes are just so hard
just waiting for him to announce his love again...
When the mountains seem small |
Dont fight your feelings |
I love to include wine |