Petals on the wind
We start, we flow and so we go,
On breaths of air, no ends are near.
A swirl a twirl we soar and curl,until we fall unto the world.
Hence we come at your expense, we seek a stage with love not cents.
We feel alive as we arrive, then dance with life and a dash of spice.
© La Bruce Familia
On breaths of air, no ends are near.
A swirl a twirl we soar and curl,until we fall unto the world.
Hence we come at your expense, we seek a stage with love not cents.
We feel alive as we arrive, then dance with life and a dash of spice.
© La Bruce Familia