The Floating Avenue

Somewhere, when the butterflies dream In the morning sunshine: I rub my freshly woken eyes And smile my heart away; I want to be the wings of time I want to be the waves of love Sing the happiness song today... Somewhere, when the roads are young And the flings with nature had just begun: I wonder if I needed faith Lose the modesty in my gait, Because I traded off so wild Lust for freedom and love so mild; I’ve found a hand, not visibly clear That touched my soul, believed to bear: The sorrows that had been hidden beneath me.. But since i am the one I am There is no one who think they can, Because the roads do so beguile My rowdy soul into the wild: It is a path that shelters light And gives the air, its morning flight; I walk alone to find my grace I walk alone to see my light And Tomorrow I may not be… So… I want to be the wings of time I want to be the waves of love Its me and me and me only The hand had been a mere felony... ~~Thank You for the reviews and comments~~