….It comes in the moment when she on your hand is ready to go,
The further she flies,
The closer she seems,
The higher she soars,
Where are you now?
Weak of eyesight, Slow of foot,
So mount your limits,
And fly,
Fly under her wing…….
….It comes in the moment when she on your hand is ready to go,
The further she flies,
The closer she seems,
The higher she soars,
Where are you now?
Weak of eyesight, Slow of foot,
So mount your limits,
And fly,
Fly under her wing…….