Story Behind the Song
I wrote this song on my balcony one night, it was beautiful and it made me remember when I was a child how innocent things were.
Lyrics
Awake. It's warm, a brand new day.
The sun. It shines, the children play all day.
Washed away.
Days.
Washed away.
The kites fly, till day dies, and night time bathes.
Their tired little eyes, mother sings, sweet things.
Washed away.
Days
Washed away.
These memories, are all you can hold onto sometimes.
Days
Washed away.
Days
Washed away.
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