Fly

​I was a lost little bird

My vision was blurred

Then came along an inspiration 

The best version of salvation

Maybe it was the melody

Maybe pure chemistry
And in the perfect bubble the bird grew

It started to walk, it even flew

In the perfect bubble, with every joined heartbeat

The world scrambled at its feet

With every pulse, every step of the way 

You were there to give a sense to every day
Inside the bubble or out

Through every certainty, every doubt 

You are the right to my wrong

Fly with me… tag along…

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