She left yesterday bold, strong and on her way
With a rucksack on her back,
High heeling, she got the knack
And where she goes, no one ones
Into the night a breeze that is cold
There goes my love, slipping away
God knows, I need to pray
And what she does only time will tell
A life of hope and dreams as deep as a well
And when I’m old and when I’m cold
Will she come back at all?
Paint your way, design your day
Make your colours shine come what may
Lift your head, hold it high
So I can see it in the sky

INVIA LE CORREZIONI