Young Prosperity
Drawing the coast line,
Slicing the sky,
Stroking the neck of a signature.
Take me out with the wind,
wishing you were here.
Carving on the most elder of trees,
Lonely light house with dancing waves,
Is there a message from the stars?
Falter the fears keeping me far.
Tall green grass, curious minds.
Dropping sand, keeping time.
Voices aging too soon.
I have never heard a more beautiful song before,
will you please sing it again and again and again.
Slicing the sky,
Stroking the neck of a signature.
Take me out with the wind,
wishing you were here.
Carving on the most elder of trees,
Lonely light house with dancing waves,
Is there a message from the stars?
Falter the fears keeping me far.
Tall green grass, curious minds.
Dropping sand, keeping time.
Voices aging too soon.
I have never heard a more beautiful song before,
will you please sing it again and again and again.
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