Grounded, held to earth
By responsibilities that keep the body here
The restless spirit wants to dance
Wants to kiss a stranger
Wants to do something dangerous
The head is in the clouds, the soul wants to live
But the feet are planted firmly in the ground
Aching to dance, aching to run
But no where to go, no one to go with.
Written By Jennifer Renae Conlee
Posted on 09/01/12
The head is in the clouds, the soul wants to live
But the feet are planted firmly in the ground
Aching to dance, aching to run
But no where to go, no one to go with.
Written By Jennifer Renae Conlee
Posted on 09/01/12
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