The heart is still a redwing. …
No I don’t mean that it’s so easy;
I don’t mean that it’s so small;
but the world below is not so mean
that it can make us fall.
I know,
someday I might be looking around, trying to find some purpose.
Well, purpose can’t be that hard to find, as long as I’ve got the wind, the wind and your love to carry me.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map