Nature
Nature
I stay in this quiet place a long time
Thinking about all sorts of rhyme
I’m outside, feeling this cold wind onto my skin
If I continue, maybe I’ll win
A piece of paper and a pen is all I need
I look above, I plead
“Please, give me what I...
I stay in this quiet place a long time
Thinking about all sorts of rhyme
I’m outside, feeling this cold wind onto my skin
If I continue, maybe I’ll win
A piece of paper and a pen is all I need
I look above, I plead
“Please, give me what I...