Wind through my hair as I walk against the breeze
Warmth on my face from the rays of the sun
A tear in my eye from a memory forgotten
A voice in my head saying I'm the one
Thoughts and faces just out of reach
As I search my mind for a reason to care
All I hear is music, and that voice, always there
Sunday, September 12, 2010
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