Broken wings of a little song bird
She's never gunna fly to the top of the world
Singing without so much of a word.
Fading like wind breathing in.
Whispering deep in the darkness,
Touching the top of the world
Kissing your lips; their fullness.
Taking your love to the heights.
Can I handle the seasons?
Even though I'm scared of changing
Because my life is built of reasons
My life is about you.
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