Little Wing

Well she's walking through the clouds

with a circus mind

that's running wild

Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams

and fairly tales,



That's all she ever thinks about...



Riding the wind



When I'm sad she comes to me

with a thousand smiles

she gives to me free



It's alright, she says,

it's alright,

Take anything you want from me,

anything.



Fly on, little wing.


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