jueves, 22 de noviembre de 2007

High When I see you sky as a kite As high as I might I can't get that high The how you move The way you burst the clouds It makes me want to try The way you shout out loud It makes me want to start And when I see you happy as a girl That swims in a world of magic show It makes me bite my fingers through To think I could've let you go I say I'll keep on holding you my arms so tight
I'll never let you slip away :)