The Sunshine cradled me,
When I was a child.
But now She's set me free,
My soul runs wild.
I search for a touch,
Needing something real.
But what good is a touch,
If you cannot feel?
When I was a child.
But now She's set me free,
My soul runs wild.
I search for a touch,
Needing something real.
But what good is a touch,
If you cannot feel?
Join the Discussion
This article has 1 comment. Post your own!