Final Flight
Final Flight
I fly independent in the world of constraints,
I fly independent in the world of constraints...
They know what I said,
I know what I meant.
A pious fountain of squeezed happiness inside,
it's real and worthy.
Sprinkles of whom are drying to splay,
and walls are stubborn and sturdy.
But I fly independent in the world of constraints,
They know what I said,
I know what I meant.
and fly... hmm hmm...
Fly... hmm hmm...
It welcomes the end, but not to say,
May someone hear something on that side of constraint,
And opens a portal in the world of ecstasy,
and love overwhelmed,
What a beautiful world is that,
Which roams inside me;
And a fountain,
Which bursts inside me...