I’m standing here all alone in this dark old barn
Playing my guitar and I’m singing a song
I see dark hopeless shapes lying on the ground
Afraid
And they say…
And they say…
Teach me how to fly
Fly
Fly away
We need your love
Love
Love to live
Teach me how to fly
Fly
Fly away
We need your love
Love
Love to live
Cocoons into butterflies
They fly away
Cocoons into butterflies
They fly away
So open these rooftops
and let them go
So open these rooftops
and let them go
Just let them go...
Just let them go...
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About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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