The clouds never expect it
when it rains
But the sea changes colours
But the sea does not change
So with the slow graceful flow of age
I went forth with an age old
desire to please
On the edge of seventeen
by Patrick Rhone
The clouds never expect it
when it rains
But the sea changes colours
But the sea does not change
So with the slow graceful flow of age
I went forth with an age old
desire to please
On the edge of seventeen