We were all out there
Reachin out for a hand
A master plan
a way of knowing how
To grasp the upper hand
but did we even think
To dig down
get the courage too get up
brush ya self off
And look up
The sky is the limit sweet angel
So let your wings take you to distant stars
because that's exactly whatchu are
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 9:45 PM UTC
We were all out there
Reachin out for a hand
A master plan
a way of knowing how
To grasp the upper hand
but did we even think
To dig down
get the courage too get up
brush ya self off
And look up
The sky is the limit sweet angel
So let your wings take you to distant stars
because that's exactly whatchu are
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