With all Do respect to the time, and the changing tides. I spend my days in the summer sun. Trees blowing in the wind, shoes being used in doors. Wipe the memories of the troubled passed away in the super unknown. Find the breathe, and sing a song. Tomorrow my love will be far, and today I long, but never will the moon fall on the heart with an open eye. The greens are yellows and the blues are gold, for the pain of our undertaking is the hidding of the soul. Simple as the rugs on the floor, clean like the new smell, sweet like a sisters laugh, turning temples into home, turning moments into the sands of wine. The empty seas of music spinning words on the tops of melodies. Divisions of the half, and simple logic will lead a man to toast and butter. Love your lover like a lover should. Peace forever in you what you may never know.
