She flies with her own wings while I try to scale mountains with memories and hope.
She laughs at old movies that I used to think were the meaning of it all.
I think too much about things I can’t control, she just leaves it to fate.
I watch the world and wait to be judged, she goes out and judges herself.
Lions and tigers don’t scare her but the dark leaves her restless.
She flies with her own wings I fly with her love.
