Little wing

well She’s walking through the clouds
with a circus mind that’s running ’round.
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
and fairy tales;
that’s all she ever thinks about.
Riding with the wind.
When I’m sad, she comes to me
with a thousand smiles she gives to me free.
It’s alright, she says, it’s alright.
Take anything you want from me.
Anything.
Fly on, little wing




Cancioncita del negro ese... q no me acuerdo como se llama..
Hendrix? jajaja..







solo yo te voy a dar todo,
te voy a cambiar todo, solo yo.Juli.