Oh the places I go.
Far away in my head.
To break free from this hell that people call home.
My home is a far off place.
With clouds in the sky that carry you away.
The sky isn’t always an striking azure constant blue.
It sighs understanding and changes with mood.
The days drift by with only the loveliest things to do.
Singing carries on the wind.
Like a considerate jukebox that lets all listen in.
The plants gives complements as you walk by.
Cheering you on and celebrating life.
They give most pleasant conversation.
Friends of the most sincere dedication.
The Flowers scent makes you laugh
cure the heart
with there hands in your hands
a smile that understands
they tend to the child in you
where is everything is confusing and new.
The trees the elders and the wise
Most patient with the best advice.
and under your feet
the ground has a heartbeat
a gentle rhythm
in tune to every song.
it taps along
in my world
we are alive
with every breath
with every strive
we are kind
a connection to each others mind
in my world
we are true
because life is hard enough to get through
In my world
a good heart
is a good mind
is how you know you are fine
is the direction in life
follow the loving flow
where to go
that is home