In a few years
Where will I be?
Will I grow up
Or drift out to sea?
Will I find love
Or will it find me?
In a few years
Where will I be?
In a few years
Where will she be?
Will she give up
Or will she be free?
Will her heart fail
Or just feel happy
In a few years
Where will she be?
In a few years
Where will we be?
Will we live on
Or burn like a tree
Will we not fight
Or issue decrees?
In a few years
Where will we be?
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ
Beautiful Enough To Frame
ΠοίησηTwo years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.
