Sep 2013
Death had come softly
like a cool subtle breeze
My heart on the ground
My head in my hands
The trigger in motion
And before I can change my mind
I am flying up
Up
Up
Where I think no more
like a cool subtle breeze
My heart on the ground
My head in my hands
The trigger in motion
And before I can change my mind
I am flying up
Up
Up
Where I think no more
