sailboats wish that they were stars floating softly in the sky among out dreams that bid goodbye moving through transparent space drifting through the stratosphere and onward 'til they disappear
I think so, but don't listen to me...I'm just a little no one!
Call me Sky c;
sailboats wish that they were stars floating softly in the sky among out dreams that bid goodbye moving through transparent space drifting through the stratosphere and onward 'til they disappear