The old bird's flying soul. Eager to fly away led by his wings. Looks far back and weeps. Old bird's need to grow. Distance from down below and everything. That is stuck in between. Broken wings are hard to heal. All of the truth relies on you. And in the night when he lies awake and think. What it could have been. You and I are meant to be. Take a breath in the clear air. Spread your wings there's no fear. Take a glance at new times. Walk along and come in. You didn't realize when the sun came out bright