Go In The Clouds
I wish I could fly
fly high away from the disasters,
the worries.
Jumping off a tall building
taking air before I touch the ground.
The wind on my face
souring through the clouds,
it would such a good feeling;
to be free.
fly high away from the disasters,
the worries.
Jumping off a tall building
taking air before I touch the ground.
The wind on my face
souring through the clouds,
it would such a good feeling;
to be free.