Muzik

a little bit of sun on these grey days waiting for the time to change i get up every morning with birds i go to bed with silence walk to the sea, climbing the hill mother tells me who i'd be time is running, i run too just with thoughts 'cause i can't move i can't travel but i can scream hello mr. look at me! It is always on my mind it's in my fingers, waiting to play is in my throat, desperate to sing