Dreaming: Noah Scott
chirping in the morning,
The smell of lavender, you know you somewhere nice, I will be sleeping good tonight
The blinding light keeping me sleep.
When I get out of bed the house looking nice.
Remembering them nights without them lights,
Now I work hard to not get back to them nights.
Taking them longs walks feeling the whirling wind.
Now me and my friends we always win
When I go out to eat, I smell fried chicken to remember and dream of them nights
I used to eat with the family.