Tom Springfield Quotes
High in the sky is a bird on a wing Please carry me with you Far far away from the mad rushing crowd Please carry me with you.
I walk where once the grass was green And mourn the lark that sings no more What bird could sing whose eyes have seen Broken blossoms on the field of war?
The rains tumble down in the sky, Young swallows have learned how to fly, The leaves that were green are no longer so green, And it looks like the summer is over.
