Fly
By Broken Wings
Down where the children play, Down where its always day, Thats where you'll find me. Spinning without care. Spinning in the summer air. Come join us, Fly away from your fears. Spread your butterfly wings. Fly away from this world of things. Spread your wings and soar. Take my hand I'll show you more. Spinning without care. Flying in the summer air. Written October 1st, 2001 © on Oct 01 2001 10:59 AM PST 10 • 0 • 12
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