In open fields of wild flowers. She breathes the air and flies away. She thanks her Jesus for the daisies. And the roses in no simple language. Someday she'll understand.
In open fields of wild flowers,. she breathes the air and flies away. She thanks her Jesus for the daises and the roses. in no simple language. Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all.
In open fields of wild flowers. She breathes the air and flies away. She thanks her Jesus for the daises and the roses. In no simple language. Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all.