elsee daniel - MY PRINCE

He is out of my sight,
He is out of my reach
The wind blew down my sand house built in the beach;
How will i tell him that i am waiting for him.
How will i read out my poems which i wrote for him,
How will i tell him he looks good today and.
How will i tell him i am leaving for the day,
How will i hear his sweet voice and.
How will i tell him i do everything of his choice;
i can hear his phone ring ring ring,
when is the day he is going to put me a ring.

elsee daniel

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