Open Arms

The air is so wonderful touching my face like summer has come. I will Fly above stars that float in the sky. I am the truth yes I am I confess it to you today. Open your arms, give me that hug I want it know. Eyes are green deep inside the cold face, oh sweetheart have a glance. A list on a piece of scattered paper tick it please who’s next. Tick tock of a clock, my little angel’s on the carpet. Gather together what a celebration we have come to see. A black sewed up hat worn by my dear mother. Metal object hitting the hard nails in place together.