Far away, there in a horizon not known, across the seas, and sandy lands of shores, from the harshest of the deserts. Free as a birdie have never known, and the kindness before the cores, my stranger boy, odd one of all elements. By these hazel eyes and the shiny brown, by this sweet heart and what stores, everything is different because it's simple. And when the wind is hardly blown, and lonely you are with no one adores, my heart shall keep you a twinkle. In the hatred though it hurts, love will get you back, will kindle, I know it's hard to have the joy. But believe you well, it exerts, the passion that awaits in this hurdle, for you only, my stranger boy. in this hurdle, my stranger boy. |