NOMADIC HEART
Staying in one place too long
And the air becomes dust,
Choking and drowning me
This feeling unable to adjust,
The earth becomes our tent
Exploring the world each day became a must.
Backpack stripped to the back,...
And the air becomes dust,
Choking and drowning me
This feeling unable to adjust,
The earth becomes our tent
Exploring the world each day became a must.
Backpack stripped to the back,...