Some times I wanna be that light white little feather blown
to the air,by a little child, from the bottom of his heart,….
As light as A feather….
as free as the wind…
as calm as the sky….
as shiny as little child’s heart…
as white as a holy soul…
as vast as the air…
as pure as faith….
Wind is HIS messanger; surely it will take me to
H I M….