Hair on your face as the wind blows,

It dances in a strange rhythm.

And I hear somebody singing the blues.

“Let me be your promise!! ”

Hold me tight in your arms.

Lets drive away into the horizon.

Dreaming to follow the shooting stars!

Crazy it might be to hear  our loud laughs.

Scream at them as we fly across,

Countryside,mountains and valleys.

To be free away from troubled thoughts,

Let me be your story in your voice.

Published by Deepthi Suresh