How long I have dreamed of a paradise, somewhere only we know as the song goes and yet where am I? Mrs. Sandman… isn’t just me to dream my life away and to be buried beneath the sand but if I could find you, who knows.
Sandman
With an umbrella drink
And you getting a tan
Asking for a chance
Love doesn’t think
You’re a woman; I’m a man
A princess from some distant land
Connected by a link
Entice me like you can
Want you to understand
Words in ink
I love you, I can
But how I ran
Went back to sleep
Winning you… damn
Dreaming of you, no sheep or lambs
Paradise in the ink
Sandman
And you getting a tan
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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