Here I am again looking to the sky
Wishing so much that I could fly
Leave this lonesome world behind
Most people are just blind
And they will never see the truth
But up high here upon the roof
It's not so hard to find
That they are to mired in the grind
They've given in
To the greatest sin
That possessions have more worth than time
They cherish every dime
But I know the truth
It's about love, not youth
Or possession you own
It's about watching kid's becoming grown
It's not how much money
You spend on your hunny
But putting in the time
To watch life unwind
Holding loved ones close
It's what we all want the most
So I have decided I'm growing wings
Just watch as I fly away and sing
Because my love lives faraway
And Skypes not enough today
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 10:37 AM UTC
Here I am again looking to the sky
Wishing so much that I could fly
Leave this lonesome world behind
Most people are just blind
And they will never see the truth
But up high here upon the roof
It's not so hard to find
That they are to mired in the grind
They've given in
To the greatest sin
That possessions have more worth than time
They cherish every dime
But I know the truth
It's about love, not youth
Or possession you own
It's about watching kid's becoming grown
It's not how much money
You spend on your hunny
But putting in the time
To watch life unwind
Holding loved ones close
It's what we all want the most
So I have decided I'm growing wings
Just watch as I fly away and sing
Because my love lives faraway
And Skypes not enough today
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