Soar the sky Fly up high See the sun Blanket the earth In forever warmth The little sparrow Is in a nest On a mighty branch So many things Can happen before The sparrow is free The sky is sinking The sun is sleeping The cold is seeping The branch is breaking The sparrow is falling And it can never fly Again
Love is free, If it's a trade it's not love, it's a trade. It's priceless, You try to pay for love, You work tirelessly but it just doesn't pay off. Love must flow, It's already in perspective, It can not be forced.
Just as the moon pulls the ocean in on itself, So have you caused my heart to recede into its darkest corners. The once glittery trails of moonlight on the glassy waters Are replaced with the dull reflection of what used to be. And what we used to call love, we now call just a memory.
Things with wings So free Go wherever Do whatever they please Just free But my wings Were cut With the knifes Of my friends These holes in my back Act as my reminder That even friendship Has a price