there is freedom waiting for you,
on the breezes of the sky,
and you ask 'what if i fall?'
oh but my darling,
what if you fly?
Poetry
By 166228happy
words have scratched more hearts than swords. More
there is freedom waiting for you,
on the breezes of the sky,
and you ask 'what if i fall?'
oh but my darling,
what if you fly?