Sun on My Skin
If I feel sun on my skin in a small town outside Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
I can be feeling the sunrise as I dance the streets of magical Barcelona
If I slip on lip gloss in an old house in my suburbs
I can live by painting supermodel faces in Paris
If I can steal secrets from my heart to seal them in a song
I can write for the greats and make them hear a fire in my voice
I’m addicted to the scent of rising hope
Born on highest clouds of graceful sunrises
As long as I feel sun on my skin
I’m a globetrotter, adored as I want to be
Thanks for reading this little poem about the dreams that live inside us.
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