...Taken On The Winds That Are Juste Beautiful

...Treasures held so long, let them go young girl
...you never did belong to this, their worlde so begone
...dayes like these rarely come, so go when you can
...don't hurry backe now cause if ye did I woulde not be gone

...eyes that close like church doors in the sun
...heartes that flutter and fly like birdes amongst childish feet
...spinning and airborne clinging onto them and holde
...these times are the ones that touche you as pure golde