Mom Dad Indy Stone

it's close to perfect there's the girl
we've found our place our little world
inside the tree up above
see the view of newborn love
seems too young to be so true
dreams are far and but catch the few
that drift unto the sacred sky
the branches seem to be so high
but soon all does disappear
until the next play is near
a memory fades into the night
the moon is high the stars are bright
loving laughs inside the car
a song can travel very far
from two to three and three to four
the branches grow then come more
never will you be alone
Mom and Dad Indy Stone