Pink Clouds
Pink Clouds
Dawn it was
When I saw you first
So thin and lean by mass
Dark and full of thirst.
I had no thought
How here I got
But the soul in me
Just want my lust to rot.
Sooner if I can wish
I would choose you for love
For my life as his bliss
You would have become my dove.
So I know nothing more
And I am that poor,
I might have been a sailor for time
But I can sail us to the shore.
Come and hold my dream
If you can just feel the rain
I might just leave anything
And I would make you my queen.