You know, those memories of childhood?
The ones which feel make believe?
Well, mine involved orange skies and
the sun eaten up by the seas
A football net and ducks waddling on the shore
It's funny how well we remember such intricate details
about the places we haven't even been to before.
I close my eyes and I am back
to that beach that has no name
And it seems like it is the only place
I can truly call home
A gentle breeze grazes my cheek
And I smile
For it's a day that perhaps didn't actually happen
which is the favorite day of my life.
I open my eyes and can't stop smiling
for I see the those orange skies reflecting back
in yours
And somehow I am sure
I have a real favorite memorythis time
finally a real home.
The ones which feel make believe?
Well, mine involved orange skies and
the sun eaten up by the seas
A football net and ducks waddling on the shore
It's funny how well we remember such intricate details
about the places we haven't even been to before.
I close my eyes and I am back
to that beach that has no name
And it seems like it is the only place
I can truly call home
A gentle breeze grazes my cheek
And I smile
For it's a day that perhaps didn't actually happen
which is the favorite day of my life.
I open my eyes and can't stop smiling
for I see the those orange skies reflecting back
in yours
And somehow I am sure
I have a real favorite memorythis time
finally a real home.
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