Breeze Through Her Hair
The sunset... majestic as it is. As I gaze through my sun dimmed window I see her standing there. The wind whispers as it blows through her hair. I see her as a goddess of the wind. She wishes to fly, to see the beauty of Barley below her. A wish too far... only the true believers of the world know that there is no wish that is too far for the imagination. Believe, Love, Care.
Maestro, you've actually made a song that has brought tears from my eyes. This song reminds me so much of her it isn't even funny. Yet I do not have the courage to love yet again. Fear perhaps, logic won't answer my question. You've made yet another outstanding audio and I can only hope and pray that you will live a long and prosperous life of sharing your gift with the world. I am in awe.