The silent boy
A train pacing its way,
The wind blowing past,
The horses galloping beside.
And in sat a boy wondering,
Looking at the stars and whispering,
Pouring out his heartiest desires.
A train pacing its way,
The wind blowing past,
The horses galloping beside.
And in sat a boy wondering,
Looking at the stars and whispering,
Pouring out his heartiest desires.