Postcard: Port Arthur, Tasmania

July 2013

Maybe it's time

I spend my nights, shedding my tears

Not that I like, I'm just crying out my fears

I know I should not be worry

I know you will always love me

But we are heading different ways

trying to open different doors

And I'm starting to loose my head

while in my heart,I've long been gone

Oh baby, maybe it's the time

It's time to set me free

You'll see me fly

just give me a try

I'll set my wings and learn to fly

Dreamy reality

Postcard: Melbourne 2012