I’m fifty-four, and still wish I could fly;
Toward the rising sun; across the sky —
I wish for other super-pow’rs as well;
Like wishing I could save you
From yourself
I’m fifty-four, and still wish I could fly;
Toward the rising sun; across the sky —
I wish for other super-pow’rs as well;
Like wishing I could save you
From yourself
The poignancy was so much sharper when I didn’t see it coming; beautiful!