I need to fly
Let the wind blow me away,
Far…far…far away
Where the wind can dance and sway
Through the flowers poised in array
Where a butterfly be the queen
And be the trees alive with green
And be no winter any more
And be no need to bolt a door
O God, how I need to break free
To break free the chains of being me.
1 comments:
But don't you like winter ?
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