Teach me to fly...*

Teach me to fly

I’m standing on the edge

Looking up at the sky

Wonder what it would be like to fly so high

Through the clouds, past the moon

Close to the stars

Away from the world that gave, me scars

Love…teach me to fly

To a place where there is no one who cry

To a place where the heart forms a lullaby

My wings are small they don’t spread wide

I have a heart that never died

Love, once again, I ask you… teach me to fly

Lift my feet off the ground

And show me around

Take me high up in the sky

Let me feel the breeze of the summer wind on my face

Take me to the place where there is never a good bye

And no one told a lie

Please…Love, teach me to fly,

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