Then I think when I was young, I didn’t stop to ponder
only went to gather – days of sun and flowers
little feet to storm the street of puddles
splashing ever homeward, popsicles
my tiny toes, to warm again
my love like a fire
Then I think when I was young, I didn’t stop to ponder
only went to gather – days of sun and flowers
little feet to storm the street of puddles
splashing ever homeward, popsicles
my tiny toes, to warm again
my love like a fire