There is this urge within me to run very far away, to golden plains,
Drenched in the sun.
When life gets too much;
when thoughts jumble up
and I touch
the possibility
of emancipation.
There is this urge within me to run very far away, to golden plains,
Drenched in the sun.
When life gets too much;
when thoughts jumble up
and I touch
the possibility
of emancipation.