This is the horse I ride as a baby he's such a little demon with a cute face.
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
Oooh! You're welcome! I didn't think I'd get a reply!
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