| Father, we fled your house of grey.
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| We ran from home to seek a place where our bodies would never grow.
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| Dreamer, child, be cautious of this world!
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| She has an appetite for boys and girls and she’s hungry for your soul.
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| Little boys with dreams of paper planes were never meant to scrape the sky!
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| Keep your feet on the ground kid, only birds were meant to fly.
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| Keep your head from the clouds kid, keep your wings,
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| Always keep them by your side.
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| Before you fly, you’ll fall,
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| Before you walk, you’ll crawl…
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| You’ve no need to stitch your shadow to your heels,
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| No, not this time.
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| Son you’ll walk with no whisper, no sound,
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| Only the feet of the heavy hearted are held to the ground.
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| You’ve no need to draw the curtains son, throw them wide.
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| Cross the borders between the never and the night.
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| Find the twinkle in your smile, chase it on ‘til morning,
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| Past the second star to the right.
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| We’ll be the smoke curling on the still.
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| The airship captains; |
| we wait for sun to brush the hills.
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| Son, I share your windward dreams,
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| To soar from this little town of shacked up windows and swinging doors!
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| The rafters creak and the floorboards groan
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| While the shadows dance to the tapping of my toes.
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| There’s nothing left for us but altitude,
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| We’ll be the kings of the air.
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| Stolen, by the wind that turns the leaves to razors.
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| Holding just a string, our twine and our paper lost to the breeze. |