
Have you ever thought about
how the wind blows? Have you ever imagined
being so tiny you could soar with it? Well, you
actually don't even need to, especially as a
bird. When you spread your wings, you just
fly, and you love it. But when you float in
the air, everything changes each time.
You never worried about it, well, until
now. You always end up with a perfect
landing on a branch, and you meet a
lot of others. You might just even find
the perfect match, but just maybe, will
they let you down, or maybe a happy
ending. Just let everything go, and your
life will flow with the breeze. You take
a last leap into the air, and all you do is
go higher...higher...higher...higher, and
then you can't even see the ground.
You do stunts of all that there is, and you
can do just about everything. I gave you
advice, and you took it. I gave you
advice, and you owned it. You owned it
like it was never mine. I gave you the
potential to this. I'm not "Mother Nature",
but I might as well be. As you soar, the air
around you changes, and quickly, and your
swept into a storm. Maybe you should
have took my advice at a later time.
how the wind blows? Have you ever imagined
being so tiny you could soar with it? Well, you
actually don't even need to, especially as a
bird. When you spread your wings, you just
fly, and you love it. But when you float in
the air, everything changes each time.
You never worried about it, well, until
now. You always end up with a perfect
landing on a branch, and you meet a
lot of others. You might just even find
the perfect match, but just maybe, will
they let you down, or maybe a happy
ending. Just let everything go, and your
life will flow with the breeze. You take
a last leap into the air, and all you do is
go higher...higher...higher...higher, and
then you can't even see the ground.
You do stunts of all that there is, and you
can do just about everything. I gave you
advice, and you took it. I gave you
advice, and you owned it. You owned it
like it was never mine. I gave you the
potential to this. I'm not "Mother Nature",
but I might as well be. As you soar, the air
around you changes, and quickly, and your
swept into a storm. Maybe you should
have took my advice at a later time.
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