(no title 2), by Anna Lorena Subscribe to rss feed for Anna Lorena

Feelin on the down and out 
Runnin kind of dry 
Not carin which way the traffics flowin 
Growin by and by 
Wonderin where the flowers dance 
Hov'rin through the trees 
Cravin for some ol time songs 
Singin on the breeze 
Missin all the warmer days 
Jumpin round the lawn 
Havin fun just like a kid 
Risin with the dawn 
Christmas mornin'd come too fast 
Spring up like a shot 
Hopin for the best of things 
Curious 'bout what we'd got 
How we miss the childish airs 
Struttin 'cross the house 
Thinkin 'bout the times to come 
Quiet as a mouse

Posted: 2005-03-19 03:43:06 UTC

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