Whispering Palms

Whispering palms, whispering palms
Take me into your arms
how I long for that breeze past the window pane
while I dream about the trips down memory lane
when I was free, free as a kite
held by a string, but open to a bite
cut me loose and there I fly
and then when no rules apply
there I find my life's blossom
where free I forever bloom
whispering palms, whispering palms
take me into your arms
let me dream with my eyes shut down
about my life that I would no longer frown..
whispering palms, whispering palms
take me into your arms

(Written while at work, July 26, 2001 230 am - 'Whispering Palms' was where I stayed then)