Letters to Heather.

As I travel across space
i wonder if i'm out of place.
Traveling in space and its a race that never seems to end.
Traveling forever is traveling that never ends.
We could never be newly weds.
But that depends, but because i lost your planet.
By the winter frost, i think it was better,
because i couldn't stand the weather.

We used to play all day, in May.
But of  all the people on planet Earth ,
we  where the ones who had to pay.
There were no beach-y summer days.
No eating ice cream in the hay.
All those days went away, when I couldn't stay.

So I say good day. So we went are way.
I could fell my 4 hearts fray.

We used to play all day, in May.

But of  all the people on planet Earth ,

we  where the ones who had to pay.

There were no beach-y summer days.

No eating ice cream in the hay.

All those days went away, when I couldn't stay.

Maybe its that day I will write you letter.

With a blue jay feather. 

And  find that colorful hue of a planet.

I'll storm threw the cosmic weather,

 and write letters to you Heather.

It will be much better when I land 

and well hold hands.  And I'll give you back your

Blue jay feather. And are kiss would not be ad-miss.

and write letters to you Heather
and write letters to you Heather.
and write letters to you Heather.
and write letters to you Heather.