He's just a small fry, a bit too gun shy. To have his heart touched without a glove. He looks at strangers as potential dangers. Trying to steal his aimless love Love has no mind, it can't spell
wholly mystery. We are seeds with promises to keep My eyes are wide. Aimless upward I will rise and. I'll be fine to take my time It's a gift to see the stormy skies. But too much rain and the waters
