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What Good is Flying?
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Flying Free What good is flying
if I cannot feel the wind?
What good is love
when you are gone?
Skytones fade to gray,
and days become
years.
We were in love;
but I needed freedom's skies.
You were patient, you
were kind, but a man and
his desires are not always
one.
And I flew, far away
from our dreams,
away from love,
only to fall;
for what good is flying
if I cannot feel the wind?
