They Soar
Soaring on cotton clouds
has taken its toll
Fumbling after many rounds
and it teeters my soul
Your ice-packed wind
has me swivelling wildly
I’m not a God-send
though you say so, kindly
Trust in your gusts
to not spawn a hurricane
With you, faith is a must
just don’t give me that pain.
has taken its toll
Fumbling after many rounds
and it teeters my soul
Your ice-packed wind
has me swivelling wildly
I’m not a God-send
though you say so, kindly
Trust in your gusts
to not spawn a hurricane
With you, faith is a must
just don’t give me that pain.