"We are the keepers of this legacy."
I'm loving the smell of the air. The indulgent hills of orchestration drumming in my ears: The sound of the words as they fled like songbirds from her trembling lips:
"What if the mightiest word is love?".
Words to crowd behind when the storm begins.
I'm loving the smiles that burned on our lips like the wick of a candle finally catching flame: The unmasked joy, the uninhibited happiness- the American flag: 50 tiny white stars standing for something.
50 tiny white stars standing for something again.
(I was reading a book. So I copied his style. It doesn't fit me like a glove. But I like it. I'm going to try again later.)
"What if the mightiest word is love?".
Words to crowd behind when the storm begins.
I'm loving the smiles that burned on our lips like the wick of a candle finally catching flame: The unmasked joy, the uninhibited happiness- the American flag: 50 tiny white stars standing for something.
50 tiny white stars standing for something again.
(I was reading a book. So I copied his style. It doesn't fit me like a glove. But I like it. I'm going to try again later.)