my life paints pictures of moments
surroundings of wishes finally owning it
grasping sweet scents of a atmosphere
where the scene of sunsets appear
close to paradise, a land so near
i escape to Fields untouched, winds so gentle
I close my eyes under a tree and grab a pencil
smelling aroma's of heaven, use my world as a stencil
unlocking my soul, roaming free as I use to be
a bird gliding in the sky, caressing the clouds that's me
breathing freedom, unlock what used to be shackled
when my life used to be a hastle
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