No victory no defeat no chances of retreat lets see how far he goes.. no vioces no thrills nothing he fills like river through hills he flows.. an able yough man with followers and fans and a lonley batallion of friends no voice no talk, just listen and walk these fools are searching for ends some hearts are made of clouds not ment to live in home when called must ride the winds through the trees and grasses like coumb may have some special roses in the woods the country bliss go shower but no flower in return u should ask to kiss yes i know ur wounds need softness no worry monsoons will be fun... this desire was not carved by u in ur hand so forget her she is "not to be won"..!
some hearts are made of clouds its not beacuse they desire roudy rough befogged they sound for material which makes and work thy hire when the winds coumb the grasses and trees the long silence of nature the stillness it ease they must, and they... have to just leave For the sweet flower, smiles which has wrone keepin faith for young buds whose cover leaves are gone all left is quenching sadness dead leaves and thorns shower and let the flower drool out salty drops of water, sharp sound of shout none will no waht happned, every thing gets drained all "the all" know is, last night it rained the climax of the cilmate is bright sun light then no one needs the clouds and the drops shud dry go with the thin breeze unlocing that kiss from the flowr problem is only the salt which goes along in the clouds no matter how far... some hearts are made of clouds its not beacuse they desire roudy rough befogged they sound for material which makes and work thy hire
