Little Wing (15/50)

Well, she's walking through the clouds

With a circus smile, she's running wild

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 me free it's

alright she says it's alright anything you want from me anything anything

Fly on, little wing, fly on, little wing, fly on.