A pocket full of ink pens
A marker and a brush
He sits in thought
And loses himself
In daydreams and in thought
A mothers love enhanced
By admiration, respect
From his mind
Unwinds
Picture stories
To touch the gentle soul
A pocket full of ink pens
A marker and a brush
He sits in thought
And loses himself
In daydreams and in thought
A mothers love enhanced
By admiration, respect
From his mind
Unwinds
Picture stories
To touch the gentle soul