Victoria Long Biography

I cast my eyes up to the sky, a dreamer longing just to fly...

Finding inspiration between the heartbeats of a somber drum, I wish for freedom just to run...

I look behind me, to the past..
Memories so shattered, just like broken glass...

My vision seldom sees the day, but wonders further than the present's dismay...

Instead I dream, with open eyes, of all the future holds...

All beneath the open skies...

.: Creations of a Dreamer: .