swaying side to side
trapped in this lullaby
frozen in time
the winds are cold as ice
like the fog in the sky
with no end in sight
not feeling fine
but happy
to fly
in this melancholic
state of mind
swaying side to side
trapped in this lullaby
frozen in time
the winds are cold as ice
like the fog in the sky
with no end in sight
not feeling fine
but happy
to fly
in this melancholic
state of mind