Western Sky

When you hold your little head up to the sky
And there’s all these little things you do and say
And you want to live a life that’s full of whys
Just like everything in me, under Western Skies

After all, your pretty head is spinning wild
And I hope those sleepy dreams come true, as mine
And when all the sad eyes disappear in to the wild
Just like everything in me, under Western Skies

You and I, will you hold back any memories of youth?
Will you pull back any hair that’s fallin’ loose?
Are you cold my little angel?

You and I, will you hold back any tears of baby blues?
And forgive me for my trouble-guided rules?
Are you cold my little angel?

When you hold your pretty smile up to the sky
And the hopes and dreams will color, in a while
After all you do and say my butterfly
Just like everything in we, under Western Skies

© Ambrosino 2019

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