When a child
reaches for the sky
arms spread without conviction,
simple pleasure,
a naivety is desire
we clap our hands
allow the momentum of innocence
might prosper toward a freedom
in idyllic tones.
(part 2)
When a child
reaches for the sky
arms spread without conviction,
simple pleasure,
a naivety is desire
we clap our hands
allow the momentum of innocence
might prosper toward a freedom
in idyllic tones.
(part 2)