She walks in loneliness, she walks in despair, she walks on her own clouds all above everyone else...
In her own eyes, she sees a dream, a vision that she lost as a child. Some of us hold that dream, that is our reality.
She will never be like me....
In her own eyes, she sees a dream, a vision that she lost as a child. Some of us hold that dream, that is our reality.
She will never be like me....