Post by Erica on Apr 11, 2004 17:27:22 GMT -5
In the sun i lay, and bathe
soaking up the sun, i pray.
I dream of fairys, dancing about,
from, flower, to flower it was quite a shout.
A prince is there i see, like a shadow in a tree.
He's strong and handsome, like a knight on his steed, he has come to carry me away from the nightmares that still hold me from thee.
But as always i wake up, for this is a dream, i still wake up each morning, still waiting for my prince to ride up on his steed. His smile the same, his hair in its mess, the gleam in his eyes....its still a dream
By, Erica (Or erica-mun, I like the frist part of it, but not quite sure of the ending, i think i could do better. But please give me feed back. )
soaking up the sun, i pray.
I dream of fairys, dancing about,
from, flower, to flower it was quite a shout.
A prince is there i see, like a shadow in a tree.
He's strong and handsome, like a knight on his steed, he has come to carry me away from the nightmares that still hold me from thee.
But as always i wake up, for this is a dream, i still wake up each morning, still waiting for my prince to ride up on his steed. His smile the same, his hair in its mess, the gleam in his eyes....its still a dream
By, Erica (Or erica-mun, I like the frist part of it, but not quite sure of the ending, i think i could do better. But please give me feed back. )
