i n t e r m i s s i o ni n t e r m i s s i o nIf I could fly, just once a weekfrom mind's eye and windows peakI'd hover high above my headand back again before i'm deadIf I could see, just for a whilethe artistic sea and emotional isleI'd stare it out, my only dreador just close my eyes and sleep instead
Breeze.Breeze.--------------------------------------I thought I was happybut it was only a cloud floating byI thought that I saw brighter days comingbut is was only the sun shining in my eyeI thought that I was feeling finebut it was only the warmth in the airI thought that I had seen the last of my worriesbut it was only the absence of a dark cloudy skyI thought that I was feeling betterbut as a matter of fact...it was only a breezegently passing by--------------------------------------