years that once past this ordinary life couldn't last all my anger frustration so sinned throw caution away to the wind and whilst they told me to stay here that I wouldn't get anywhere they might as well have admitted that i would have never gotten my share Good times at flight camp now are here summer's clear and darkness disapears Best friend till the day we met appear happier than once was thought Whilst the sent way to learn the rules found its better to break than to bend Good times at flight camp now are here and I never want it to end and so my friend we would find a way tell them we don't need you to stay we have ourselves, each other what more do I need you have my back, wings, claws indeed the learned skills more than flying that this friendship could never end and whilst they told me everything ends I refuse to believe

my dear what can you say to me i dont know what to respond so see my dash fly far fly free swing wild and soar past the old green trees where apples grow and the air is free then take a break, please dream with me go faster wip past the mountain side se grass of green, the angels fly but not swift as this angel blue all I want to do is fly along side you so days go past and we drift apart who's fault was this I won't start the argument its not my own fault days upon days youre not found in the air did she crash or does she not even care lost in the wind I am lost in my mind I am lost in my own lonelyness now dash I know that I'm new so see I'll be straight forward, be with me I find you pretty, but way more too powerful fast like the ocean blue sure its a ballad its hardly new fly with me once, soon grows to two but eventually, like a winter's breeze you'll leave me cold, lost, with helpless please go faster wip past the mountain side se grass of green, the angels fly but not swift as this angel blue all I want to do is fly along side you so days go past and we drift apart who's fault was this I won't start the argument its not my own fault days upon days youre not found in the air did she crash or does she not even care lost in the wind I am lost in my mind I am lost in my own lonelyness as I gliding alone something just tells me that she might be home would she expect me its not enough to be hoping and dreaming doings the answer not expecting or waiting years of attempting is it the time to tell her the truth is it the time to break in through her roof is it the time to just lend her a hoof We'll fly in the open air I find her alone in tears, lost in her dispair captured imprisoned maybe but who am I to ask maybe its her plan to eventually remove her mask From the pain of the life that she lives from the constant expectations From the disapointing results and constant friend relations and the days upon days upon hoping and wondering whether all her work was worth her goal who is she to expect to expect that its my heart she stole go faster wip past the mountain side se grass of green, the angels fly but not swift as this angel blue all I want to do is fly along side you so days go past and we drift apart who's fault was this I won't start the argument its not my own fault From the pain of the life that she lives from the constant expectations From the disapointing results and constant friend relations and the days upon days upon hoping and wondering whether all her work was worth her goal who is she to expect to expect that its my heart she stole