As I watch the birds soar
into the light of oblivion
there wings create a soft breeze
beyond the deep horizon
my imagination carries me through and through
but I fall right back down
I was foolish and fresh
my joy did not last long
flying too high
bringing yourself above the rest
will never work out
no one is more powerful
then another
no one can fly higher
than the birds
the angel
the light
try to fly higher
die from the sky
but for now share the love and beauty
of watching the birds soar and soar
into the soft clouds..
into the light of oblivion
there wings create a soft breeze
beyond the deep horizon
my imagination carries me through and through
but I fall right back down
I was foolish and fresh
my joy did not last long
flying too high
bringing yourself above the rest
will never work out
no one is more powerful
then another
no one can fly higher
than the birds
the angel
the light
try to fly higher
die from the sky
but for now share the love and beauty
of watching the birds soar and soar
into the soft clouds..
