Radical Face
Doorways
when i was just a boy still owl-eyedi liked to drink the rain to taste the sky i tried to count the stars while in my bedto keep the thoughts of monsters from my headand i believed the stars were wishesi believed the world was goodi believed things hid in the dark and that all would turn out just how it shouldi believed in all your storiesi believed you'd never liei believed if i could climb the trees behind the house, i'd touch the sky i believed the skies were doorways home
From Letras Mania