Giardini Di Mirò

The Soft Touch Of Berlin Guitar

Giardini Di Mirò


So this life is not what I 
imagined it would be 
My hopes, my dreams consume, it seems 
my youth for something better 
I blink my eye and time flies by 
and days are gone forever 

It all comes down to little things 
that sparkle colours bright 
It all comes down to pleasures found 
that fill my dreams at night 

Warmth is in the sunshine 
a smile from a stranger 
the gentle drizzle of Scottish rain 
kisses from a lover 

colours of the clouds 
laughter with a friend 
dreams mingle with rainbows 
harmony in solitude 

Gather your gold each day