You must have control of the authorship of your own destiny. The pen that writes your life story must be held in your own hand
free_as_bird to Rainbow_Ice: Good night my love, I think of thee
As I dream my soul will flee
Through the clouds oh so free
Your lovely face I hope to see.
Over land so far apart
But always close here in my heart
As I dream in slumber’s cart
My spirit has a trip to start.
To take my love like golden strand
And wrap your heart with gentle hand
Music plays like Heaven’s band
As our spirits frolic above the land.
Lonely can seem so far away
Thinking of you every day
But at night let our spirits play
As so in love we both will stay