The satisfaction i feel when a castle is made by hand
This place this feeling.. Must it end?
The water washing up against my feet
The sun an inviting and warm cotton sheet
Its like dreading a trip back home
Agonizing and painfully packing my bags
Replacing my bikini and lightweight rags
For sweaters, boots and school bags
I feel the breeze again and ask God for one more day
In this paradise life i wish i could stay...
Dont make me leave and begin reality.
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