Pure Flying by Ideas
My soul�s so vexed, I wonder where I could rest?
Where�s that only place that hides my peace?
with wide open arms I�m looking up the sky,
waiting for your help and feel like I could fly.
Light breeze strokes down my face
it�s so wonderful, so calming.
I move into your soul, put up your skin
to make you be with me all the time
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