Across the bluest of Oceans,
toward a pinkish sunrise,
are adventures, most certain.
Seeing the look in your eyes,
brings me back to my childhood,
for there I can surmise,
the places of the World
which we cut down to size.
Across the bluest of Oceans,
toward a pinkish sunrise,
are adventures, most certain.
Seeing the look in your eyes,
brings me back to my childhood,
for there I can surmise,
the places of the World
which we cut down to size.