My wings beat towards the morning sun.
The oceans are alive beneath my feet.
A beautiful melody flows from my beak.
My heart does like my wings, but just as my melody, it leaks.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 5:38 AM UTC
My wings beat towards the morning sun.
The oceans are alive beneath my feet.
A beautiful melody flows from my beak.
My heart does like my wings, but just as my melody, it leaks.
