12 February 2009
I Wished You Were Here
Way up in the atmosphere
I know a place to be
Gliding on the airstreams
Feeling entirely free
Flowing on the currents
Don’t even know the name
Totally relaxed
It could become an aim
As light as a feather
Maybe even less
No body, no nothing
It could become a bless
No pain, no sickness, no sorrow
Just floating between the spheres
No thinking about tomorrow
I only wished, you were here
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