Treasure Island

Pete Rivera

(A special place)

The Window


Out the window I see the birds
Can you find the correct words?
Don't answer me if you're not sure
There is quite a lot to learn..
In the shadows, I hide my fear
The sun itself will dry my tears
Winds as cold as outer space
In the dark, I saw your face

Shining like the stars...
Shining like the stars..
You are
You are

Enter my mind, this residue
Tries to bring me back to you
Clap my hands I call the sights
To emerge and turn out the lights

Singing at the top of my lungs
Singing at the top of my lungs
Can't you hear me
Singing at the top of my lungs
Singing from the heart..

Cuz my heart soars
My heart soars
Evermore, evermore
My heart soars

Submitted: Friday, November 04, 2011

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