Fly on little wings

Well she’s walking through the clouds. With a circus mind that’s running round. Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairy tales. That’s all she ever thinks about. Riding with the wind. When I’m sad, she comes to me. With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free. It’s alright she says it’s alright. Take anything you want from me, anything Anything.

Fly on little wings.......