To Fly
to stand on that ledge
toes over the edge
wind whipping in face
arms stretched out wide
to assist with the glide
ready to leave this place
push off with your toes
and over you go
the scenes rush on by
when grin greets the street
leaving but bloodied meat
at least you got to fly
to stand on that ledge
toes over the edge
wind whipping in face
arms stretched out wide
to assist with the glide
ready to leave this place
push off with your toes
and over you go
the scenes rush on by
when grin greets the street
leaving but bloodied meat
at least you got to fly
By J. Barrett
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