she flies with her own wings..

her life, a riot

a cornucopia

of colours

of spirits

of springs
 

of thoughts
 

of what she wants
of what she doesn't
of what she'd tell

of what she wouldn't

those azure blue skies 

those beckoning highs

that wish to fly

that wish to fly

the needs in her

of sky and earth

but what about you?

do you really have no clue?

do you really have no clue?

of the difference

of needs and wants

of how there's no need

of how it's so 'cuz it's a want

that wish to fly

that wish to fly

her life, a riot

a cornucopia

of colours

of spirits

of springs
sure she does

she flies with her own wings