At a crop field
Charging towards high grass
Rise my face against the wind
Over the sky my heart goes
Seeing things i never saw
Seeking things i never got
To travel under the sun
Harassed by thoughts of a face
Enchanted by dreams that never came
Without worries
Or even fears
Raising my hopes to a world unknown
Losing my cool to the thought of a star
Down the well and up
I wish i can go
-Naytica-
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