marți, 10 februarie 2009

Learning to fly

"Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to guide my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone

A soul in tension thats learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Cant keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit: i"

Pentru Foozie, care acum zboara mai sus decat a zburat vreodata.

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