• Fly High.
    Written by: Frozen_Fox339

    When the sun, Is in the sky. When the birds chirp way up high, I believe I can fly in the sky.
    When the clouds don’t burst with grey sadness. And the sun is still bright; I will always fly high, in the sky.
    When trust comes ashore and the day light is right, I will fly high, in the sky.

    When the sun, Is in the sky. When the birds chirp way up high, I believe I can fly in the sky.
    If I trust my gut, I’ll be able to fly high in the bright sunny sky.

    Good-bye.

    And always remember to fly high in the wonderful bright blue sky.