Wrote this for a feature spec I wrote. Kind of came to me one day as I was re-writing a scene. It is intended to be more of a song, but I think it works either way. Postcards the landscape creates Paint the portrait of picture perfect Photographs of memories past Contemplating time to reflect I lay on the grass under the big oak tree Not sure what to believe, ooh feel the breeze Relax, and don’t forget to breathe This feeling inside refuses to leave Wild Horses running through the fields My heart aches for the love you wished to yield My heartbreak will in time be healed Your actions reveal what you heart concealed Postcards the landscape creates Paint the portrait of picture perfect Photographs of memories that last They say we grow up way too fast |