Wisp of country and simplicity, Toungues crashing, crackling of the wood so exciting,so inviting, warmth fills the air, the darkness quickly fading, you held me, close sweetnothings whispered subtle promses cast, giggles and hands locked, you eyes so intruiging, capturing my whole being, wave after wave of thirst quenched, needs i didnt know i had, playing with fire... as the wood ave in to the fire, the wind swept through, wooing us on, we backtracked to our roots, words lost in translation, sounds became one with the wild, a song of tranquile, Ah, the release calling me as i came,closer straight towards...reality the blurr coming into focus the ghosts of the past become one with the wind, all alone and fear finds the perfect ground Bernice
whatever has to be done its always your choice