Sitting here in this room
Feelin sad and blue
Lookin upon these faded colors
Nothin feels true
But while I sit here
and wonder why
Things Past come to me
And make me cry
But here i sit
And think of you
I lose all my colors
Of feelin sad and blue
You help me feel
A natural high
Remembering our times my love
I could reach-out and touch the sky
Yes, for a short time
I learned how to fly
© 1992 - 2008 R. G. J.
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