Under the Sky
under the sky
where i call home
only a thousand miles
each step on loan
pice by pice
taking all i can
feels like im counting
grains of sand
hay but im not alone
in my skin and bone
got me a clean cut girl
and we building a home
share me your load
on this uneven road
together we are tight
till the dawn brakes the night
hay but it aint just me
i aint running free
got me a clean cut girl
and she is all i can see
here i take my rest
i have given my best
got my feet on new ground
in this place i have found
Copyright © Kenny Malone | Year Posted 2009
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