My soul drifts lonely and unheard,
like a injured bird,flying low and flying high,but none the less trapped in the sky.
if a land I'm destined to hurt,destined to lay there and die,isolated and cry.
you are the same, a drifter in the sky of life,floating along being abused along the way,resenting every passing day.
then we collide,crash and fall,diving together spiraling down in love,eyes fix on one another,then our wings begin to flutter.
our love begins to grow our wings begin to flap,and we fly agen in the sky of life,no longer trapped free to fly,and Never will our new found love die.
