Lottie Townsend
The strings strum, To the crashing of the waves, The island, what a maze, The airplane soared in the sky, It reached so high, The freedom of art, Made her feel free in the heart
The strings strum, To the crashing of the waves, The island, what a maze, The airplane soared in the sky, It reached so high, The freedom of art, Made her feel free in the heart