Birds
Quasi
Birds fighting in mid-air And all the sky is theirs. Theirs: all of the sky Yet they peck another's eye. Free as a bird... Or is that just a word? Oh, to be free To free myself from me.
Birds fighting in mid-air And all the sky is theirs. Theirs: all of the sky Yet they peck another's eye. Free as a bird... Or is that just a word? Oh, to be free To free myself from me.