Spreading the beautiful wings.

                                            Spreading the beautiful wings
                                              09/10 2010 11:10

Sitting here in the room of poems and freedom

I hear the music from the boys next door

I can hear their dremas, their laugh, their friendship,

and I knowthis is one of the biggest gifts in life.

They talk, they discuss, they play with their hearts.

I feel like a fly sitting in the their wall, or a bird sitting looking in on them from a window,

'cause I can see it,

I can feel it,

even though I'm sitting in the room next door.

The drums' rhytme, the voices feelings,

the guitars strings being strumt by the soft fingers.

They play with their heart, their life, their dreams.

The boys are friends,

close friends,

even though they are all different places in their lives,

they stick together.

They are getting ready for a koncert, they are going to play at.

It is their own music,

their own songs,

own text,

own history they are telling.

I can feel it, I can feel it.

They are exited I can hear,

and mistakes in their act,

is their greatest fear.

Friends are coming,

girls are coming,

and they play with their soul,

their heart,

their dreams.

I can hear,
I can hear,

they play the music with their heart and soul.

I can hear,

I can hear,

they believe in their dream,

themselves,

their history,

their music,

their heart and soul.

This is one of the greatest things in life!

It is a gift of a soul showing itself,

by turning into a beautiful bird,

with huge wings

and an magnificent song to sing and tell

'cause it has seen,

it has felt,

it has been out trying,

using it's huge beautiful wings.

                                                                                           - A!