Letras

I know what it's like, oh how I know
Standing on the precipice of life
Moving slow, teetering around my inner strife
Stay or go, burdened with the price
Now I see you, in my darkest night
Driven, packing, busy planning flight
She flies softly on
While we carry tons
Everyday another ache or pain unidentified
So many doctors mystified
Something wrong, that
Couldn't be seen on X-ray-view
Didn't mean they'd washed their hands of you
She flies softly on
While we carry tons
Cannot turn back time
Wouldn't change her mind
Fired up to find a way out
Frantically arrives in no doubt
She won't stand for this any more
Leaves a note, we must, now endure
She flies softly on
While we sing her song
Refuge not strong
No place, that's safe, for long
Filled with wrath from treason
She is flying in the face of reason
Reason
Flying
Flying
Written by: Benjamin Croft
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