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Just A Little Flight
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May 2010
I listen in the distance, and hear you calling my name,
I have no say in the matter, no matter what I will always hear your voice,
so I feel like flying, jumping off this mountain with eyes shut tight,
what am I doing, instead of gliding I am falling,
out of the sky down towards sweet dawn, to touch the morning dew on the grass,
but just when I feel moisture on my fingertips, I am soaring through the skies,
through image and image, I'm flying through the morning papers,
on your tv I am flying, to your voice I am speeding through the clouds.
