2011-02-20, 02:30 AM
sitting alone
summer breeze rolling in
the chirps of those little green insects
watching the wheat sway to my breath
this is the last i'll see of it
partly for the better
but i know i'll miss it
it will always be a part of me
the grassy hills
the fields of yellow
the ever present blue
stretching for miles
summer breeze rolling in
the chirps of those little green insects
watching the wheat sway to my breath
this is the last i'll see of it
partly for the better
but i know i'll miss it
it will always be a part of me
the grassy hills
the fields of yellow
the ever present blue
stretching for miles