Aug 10
Jessica Rose
If one day you come to me,
And ask to take my hand,
If one day you come to me,
A vision in the sand,
And ask to fly away with me,
Beyond each whispering cloud,
The world beneath our gaze will see
Beyond each welcoming cloud.
The seas, they will be still,
The breeze will cease to be,
And I, in all my thrill,
With all my will, will be.
The sun upon our backs will be
Echoed to departed land,
If one day you come to me,
And ask to take my hand.
